Noon bells in El Centro

The cathedral is sinking. The state, agitated, has responded with scaffolds and prosthetics.   Everyone has noted this except the cleaning woman who each night slips in to touch the Lady of the Immaculate Conception and wipe away her dust like tears.   (Originally published as “Teotihuacan,” in Goodbye: Poems for Leaving, Cubicle Press, 2007)…