It sits off the Ruidoso highway
that takes skiers and campers in season,
White washed adobe, red tile roof
and bell that tolls parishioners to prayer.
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Sandy roads snaked through orange groves
before the highway took the land,
Small communities of pickers and workers
lived in cracker box houses with families.
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It’s just a hamburger joint. Nothing special from the others: Onions mashed into meat patties. Cooking in their own grease. Fries on the side. A crowd of overalled workers. Laughing and talking and eating. The same crowd every day. Ketchup gushed onto fries. Large Cokes—not diet—washes down unchewed food.
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