Crossing Mountains Poem by Ofelia Zepeda

Crossing Mountains



I am ready.
My bundle, my power bundle,
hidden, but present.
My rosary is in the side pocket of my purse,
strung around sticks of gum,
the pen from the last hotel I stayed in.
The beads are poised to hail Mary.

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Ofelia Zepeda

Ofelia Zepeda

Stanfield, Arizona, United States
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