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Notes from Mexico

Photo by Mather Schneider

Notes from Mexico

These are my poems
and I will put into them
the things that please me

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My hand shakes
as I draw my mother’s face
from memory

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Mexican clown juggles limes on a unicycle
in front of my car at the red light
coins in the console burn my fingers

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Sushi delivery guy
curls his motorcycle between cars
jumps onto the sidewalk like a dolphin

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Spider webs in the ceiling corners
hammocks for exhausted moths

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Book of Mexican history
on my table
shrouded in the ash of menthols

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Last night’s dreams are lost
my mind keeps secrets from me

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Hum of the fan in the dire heat
I dream of tires on the road
wind in my hair