MILLIONAIRES
What to say to
A Mexican gal
Working high off
In the mountains
With a quick greeting
For us to step out
Back and see what
They do — dyeing
Wool over a cast
Iron pinyon fire —
The dyes stir with
Wool skeins in two
Deep tubs boiling
Out of control as
Bare armed she works
Ingenious pulleys to
Lift out and bleed
Magnificent colors,
Nothing like we see
Anywhere else in old
Town until we look up
To the sky, and another
Worker drapes the dipped
Wool over makeshift
Drying racks, neither
Women bothering much
To wear their masks
For the wicked vapors,
Since out of nowhere
In the smolder of heat
Poisons and probable
Embarrassment she says
They are both
Going to win the
Lottery — fast white
Grins — “Yep, going
To win big-time
A million bucks”
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© Bob Arnold
