Ozona Poem by Jose Armando Guzman

Ozona



I'm waiting for the moon to shine
bright in the horizon.
Maybe I should get on the hound
or take the train somewhere past
New Mexico.
Get lost in the dust.
My veins need the open road so
I can leave all of yesterday in
another place and time.
Ozona is that little place hidden
and just far enough away.
I just need to lose myself in
a different dusty town.
Ozona waits for me tonight.

Thursday, July 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: traveling
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Jose Armando Guzman

Jose Armando Guzman

Nogales, Sonora Mexico
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