Mexico from a stationary car

 

I feel the nakedness of your tree

as your branches hold my name.

 

Scratching my chest you

make me bleed as I feel the

blow of your foreign land.

 

I lay down among your moist Earth

and kiss your leaves

that cushions my soul.

 

My fingers caress the page with

my pen as I etch your name.

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