Flat Roof by Mike Baynes

Closed for the Season

Raul’s Taco Stand once served the best tacos in town.

The crispy shell made from masa harina, corn flour

the soft shell from special flour and oil, were his mother’s

recipes, grilled fresh, all the ingredients from local fields.

His wife, Marie, always smiled when she served

the tacos and said, “Buen Provecho.”  

Sometimes his kids worked behind the counter

or in the kitchen but they were in school so worked

only on holidays.  

He’s gone, now. His family’s gone, deported back to Guatemala.

They were undocumented; they had fled the drug cartels.

Who knows where they are, if they are; who knows when

there will ever be tacos as good as Raul’s?