Cinquains On Mexico Iii Poem by Francis C. Spataro

Cinquains On Mexico Iii



I slept
where Juarez slept
well; Maximilian like
me in Queretaro spent a
bad night. Thanks to
Santa Ana,
windowless streets open
onto patios of Shangri-La
turquoise. Peace is
conjured by the
Kabalistic morphemes
from Mexican alchemy: Quien
sabe?

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Francis C. Spataro

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Jamaica, NY, USA
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