What a curtain Bisbee has
That keeps Mexico subdued
And influences the lands
From which the Sierra was hewn.
What purple folds keep Oaxaca
As a fortress in the sky
Breaking only in Panama
To let a vessel dredge by.
No courier have I on hand
Except the initial breezes that blow
So a whisper I channel into it:
Give to Colombia my hello.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2023 18:18
- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
wonderfully woven imagery
a journey in a read
both in time, places and memories
really well executed
thanks for choosing to share
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