Poem: Only the Sound of an Ambulance Siren

I remember the smell of food,

The smell of tacos,

Even churros,

Only in East Los.

Hearing the helicopter,

Police sirens,

“Put your hands in the air,” they say

Only in East Los.

Ambulance speeding all around the streets,

Cars moving to the side, everything silent.

Only the sound of an ambulance siren,

Only in East Los.