Number 111

a small row of matchbox
apartments
line the curve of a highway
spilling out of a field
of yellowing grass
and fences

number 111
in sadness, southern Texas

a small one bedroom
with a
two by two
balcony
its floor covered in soil

the plants
have started to grow
and the green breathes different
in this corner

watched over by a man
his hair loose down to his waist
special force tattoos down his arms
a smoke dangling from his lips

and in the corner
the red topped gnome

to remind him of his mother's garden.