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[Select the image to the right to hear audio of Shaun Griffin reading "Los Vendedores" as well as commentary on his inspirations for the poem.]
Los Vendedores
Out of the sand they come
crowing like cocks in the morning sun
chanting their strange, melodious hymns to food:
Tortillero, Helado, Maní tostado,
and the children, burnished and thin
scurry to meet the musical men
and the women, smoked in their shawls
float on brooms behind them
and the beach is never still
with the halo of hunger overhead.
Copyright Shaun Griffin. All rights reserved.
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