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Mexico

Shade from serrated palms

cuts the beach

like a knife.

 

Shadowy sage watches,

from behind a locked door.

 

I want to hold her.

Search the sand

for the key…

 

Pelican squadrons

drop like meteors,

feast on

minnows.

 

Tare aspirations

fish don’t have

to nevermore.

 

Awkward gulps

tsunami whoosh

empty schools.

                                   

Humpbacks

play football

in sepia sunset

 

Dive into

end zones.

 

Shrimps yield.

Gaping gullets.

Six points.

 

Unfurled history

reflects upon

the birthright I carry.

 

Furled Mexican flag.

Watching Eagle.

Snake falls.

Destiny.

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