Red is the color
of the scrapes on my bare arms
from the first morning
of carting cinder blocks
Yellow is the color
that is caked on my face
from the stucco mixed with my sunscreen.
When I reach above my head
to stucco the concrete
on the top of the wall just under the gables,
the stucco falls in chunks on my face
Gray is the color
of the uniform pants
that the children take off
when they get home from school
and replace with play clothes they snatch
from the clotheslines that run between the houses
Blue is the color
of the clear sky when I stand
on top of the roof pounding nails
now far above the tiny houses --
a sky I hadn't bothered to notice
for all the poor houses around me
Green are the luscious fields
that open up just past the barrio
and provide work for the families within
Black is the color
of the flaky ash falling from the sky
from a nearby house
where the neighbors are burning trash
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