Triple Feature
Innocent decision: to enjoy.
And the pathos
Of hopefulness, of his solicitude:
he in mended serape,
She having plaited carefully
Magenta ribbons into her hair,
The baby a round half-hidden shape
Slung in her rebozo, and the young son steadfastly
Gripping a fold of her skirt,
Pale and severe under a handed-down sombrero
All regarding
The stills with full attention, preparing
To pay ad go in
To worlds of shadow-violence, half-
Familiar, warm with popcorn, icy
With strange motives, barbarous splendors!
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