Over and Over

Over and Over

Here in Mexico
On the lam from
Uncle Sam
A stone in the garden
Hanging with the dogs.
Never thought I’d go Mexico,
I didn’t know.
Atmosphere of Lowreyan single
minded purpose…to self destruct
as it creates. Streets meant
to absorb civilizations’ worth
of disaster…century after century…
the rock buildings and streets carved
out of the mountains…,the
gods not yet fled….blood and water
flowed down these streets…
and the streets are still here.
So are the dogs.