Knee deep in swaying green grass
Moving like salsa dancers, tempo, tempo
Walking along old paved roads
Fragments of tejano from speeding, *****, trucks
Rushing towards me, receding into the distance
Step, step, one after another, clear blue sky
Shadows of barbed wire criss-cross, rusty, hooked, threads
Moon lingering in the sky, waiting for its turn
A swig of warm water, to wash the dust away
Spat onto burning pavement, dreaming of shade