Taco Truck
Travis Cadez
It isn’t always easy to see beauty.
The work-bruised hands of day laborers passing over a few hard-won dollars for a lunch favored more for the size of the portions than for the quality of the food.
Finicky house sparrows sparring over scraps and crumbs, bouncing in the patchy grass in the shade of a Laser Vision billboard.
A slow-moving parade of old oil-leaking pick-up trucks driven by men wearing sweat-stained baseball caps and flannel shirts with the sleeves rolled up.
Ragged lines of strato-cumulus clouds occasionally intersected by decaying contrails left by commercial aircraft carrying passengers from anyplace-but-here to someplace-else.
In the taco truck a young Latino’s lips move as he reads from a tattered copy of the works of William Blake, Every thing possible to be believ’d is an image of truth, and he knows this is so. It isn’t always easy to see, but if one looks for truth, beauty is never far away.
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