Esquival

We are visiting the old
Market in Mexico City,
And arrive by cab to the open
Sided, roofed rows of goods
On display, and we meet an
Ugly Americana, 1981.
She is from Dalles and yells at
Her cabbie to do this or that,
Not the cabbie’s job. As her
Cabbie slides bent down an aisle
And off in his cab, the woman
Yells out for him to appear in a voice so loud that the birds in the rafters fly out of the building in many directions,
“ESQUIVAL! ESQUIVAL! Esquival, get yer head in the game!”
But he had fled and we hurry on
Our way as well.