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DESERT MOON The coyotes greet the desert moon, as if in anticipation of whats to come soon. The time of dawn to dusk is extreme heat, theres fear to start a fire to warm food to eat. The mexican me, wants to live simple and free. I crossed the US border, hoping I can fit in this new world order. Im told to carry a package to the other side, I travel under the moonlight and try to hide. I have to be a mule to pay the price, my family can only afford to eat beans and rice. I wish only for a chance to succeed, buy my children what they need. The dangers I must endure, over this terrain make me unsure. The desert is a dreadful place, you can disappear without a trace. I try to follow the sun and stars, wishing I was at home drinking beer at the bars. I see an owl at another moonrise, who me I guess Im not that wise. Brown Boy Poetry Tony S Pinedo
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 20:31:19 +0000

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