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April In Mexico

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It is the time of the jacaranda
when streets are violet carpets
and venders call "Hay elotes! " in the early evening.
No reason to think this could not last forever
this interval
between burning buses and tortured death
this space in the calendar
when the earth breathes and every tree
shines with its own inner light.

When darkness comes we retreat behind walls.
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Kim Barney 21 May 2020

Wow! What an eye-opener! Does this really happen in Mexico in this day and age?

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Miles Beacom 27 April 2016

I This poem is a tribute to the author who is a poet and a writer and a teacher whose students could have been the missing 43, or on the burning buses or victims of the spent cartridge, but sees the light in the trees. Great poem.

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Michael Hogan 28 April 2016

Thanks, Miles, for your thoughtful response.

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