Dog Bites and Bee Stings

Today, I walked to an empty park bench near a statue of Benito Juárez. I got situated on the bench and looked up at the statue. My eyes were pulled down by a homeless person getting comfortable on the ground next to the statue, switching sides like all side-sleepers do. There is no way to see the history and beauty of Mexico without being confronted by the Mexican poverty. That’s my profound statement for the day. I looked away from the person on the ground and saw a graffiti message in spray paint on a concrete block across the street from the park, it read: “Yanqui Go Home.” I have no thoughts on that.