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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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