Sign on the road to El Dorado.
Three full stops. Says
All. Right. Here.
Coyote crosses the road
every time I pass this way,
a sign in the corner of my eye,
right to left right
under JESUS
big as a billboard.
Esteban still leaves crosses,
and they look bigger every time
someone dreams of gold.
Coyote, passing,
whispers, still bleeding.
