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Lost Barrio

Polished stone, bare boned- rafters loomed above

silent owls swooped, black before the dawn

red wood carved with sorrow’s blood

masks to hide behind – some never found

So swift to pass upon the earth

ashes, silence underground

Diego painted the Santa Catalina’s

mountains now hung upon a wall

have found him glorious

in the lost barrio

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