| A south wind calls now |
for Mexican life. Dirt road driveway scattering chickens walking to
work in a produce stand replenishing plantains and lettuce, in the daytime,
typewriter-writing and tequila with the moon,
pillow-side language training with a young, creamed-coffee skinned
Twilight tangos . . .
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|Fibonacci (First Attempt)|
| One |
only with right mind
can all really be understood:
Time spent, head in clouds Works to heal the soul. No lie.
A kind of gray truth is found in the folds of disappearing narcotic curtain, show
tiny, undetectable grains of enlightenment collected. Unlikely voyage through . . .
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