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Feb 2021
MX
Sunlight dances on the tile floor
The fierce Mexican wind roars
through my ancestral gift of long thick hair.
My soles touch the earth and glide me around my path
Nature gifts me with tiny leaves in my soup
A condiment for my soul
The women, the food and the love
they nourish me.
I see eyes shimmering like stars in the sky
The horns blare a victorious marching song
as the band marches down the cobbled road
Under the pines of this fine town
I feel the love, warmth, nourishment and steadfastness
of a people.
Written by
May Santiago
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