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Three Line Lunch: Sunday Evening Precinct Walk

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 73

Sunday Evening Precinct Walk, Pico Rivera, California

We walk the streets with Scottish names: Loch Alene, Eglise, Kilgarry.
But from nearly every door that opens to my knock the rich scent
Of cooking frijoles wafts out until it follows me from house to house.