I crossed the Mexican
Border
Heading south
No one stopped me …
No one asked me …
For an ID,
A passport,
Or even my social security Number.
After All,
I am heading south
To the heat
And dry lands.
They told me nothing is
Left
Over there,
Except elders
With their friendly
Dogs,
Unfriendly DOGS.
And dozens Of orphans,
Eileen told me...
One day, ....
Like Columbus
You really missed
The south.
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