the owners are not responsible
for church bells, barking dogs,
or firecrackers.
It is early in the morning.
Antonio is sweeping the blossoms away.
I am feeling something, incredibly,
like peace.
The wren is busy, my pencil idle.
The silks of the jacaranda, as though
it is the most important work in the world,
keep falling.
3.
The tops of the northbound trains are dangerous.
Still, they are heaped with hopefuls.
I understand their necessity.
Understanding, however, is not sharing.
Oh let there be a wedding of the
A reference to the immigrants headed towards the United States border.
First Days in San Miguel de Allende