Standing in front of St. Igesius Catholic Church,purple cactus around me,the Bofecillos Mountains rising behind,I watch a Texas tornado sweeptoward the Rio Grande—headed for another country. Like that other country across the Rio Grande,you too are a foreign land—how carelessly you hold my handor kiss my cheek when you say hello.It’s not home, but sometimesit’s …
The boy…
The boy is gone tomorrow. Leavin' on a jet plane for CA. Somewhere outside of LA LA Land. Out of sight, out of mind. I took a nice parting gift from him...one he didn't mind giving. I'll just say that I liked him more than I am comfortable admitting and not enough to say more …
Dixie's Road Trip 