Dennis Hatfield
Jan 31, 2022

Your beads and bobbles

Come from somewhere

Someone laborers

And endures the dangers

So you can walk the streets of Tucson

A bowl of rice

For rare pigeon blood

From hand to hand

Set in a golden band

For your eyes to thirst for

As winter rages

The iguana’s freeze

The buyers sing

Yes, l’m the king of bling

I walk the streets of Tucson