streets of laredo

photograph by robert doisneau.

The pigeons strut on Gorbals Street like cowboys with rickets, tubercular and spitting in the gutter red-eyed and keeling to one side.

They are, none of them, fast on the draw. They wade through phlegm and splintered baby rattles. Downtown Laredo on a Saturday night. They will kill you with cantagion if you get close enough.

They eke out a pension of stale bread, cigarette stubs and whiskey sours. Hard cheese and scraps of news on tumbleweed chip wrappers.


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