Mexico

by Venkat

moments they grow thick
deep pauses in mind
of fresh Nopal, the Mexican pink

held in a temper of love
fills this cupful of heart
in green, white and red
with sublime sounds

sounds of Guadalajara
sweeter than a rose
shape lines into the feet

if the days could be read
in deep eyes of truth
dipped in inks of wonder
they would howl loud
in long hard stories

stand where the mystic
on lakes of Mexico
Of Aztecs, wars, and thunder
rich in long colors
from gods of sun and rain
Miguel Hidalgo, and more

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