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41. |
r/n/d/r/p/s |
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42. |
she lets down her hair. waterfall |
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43. |
All summer
she brought me
gardens in
her skirt. |
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44. |
Roadkill
armadillo:
ants load up, scurry
dismantling armor
mechanic chefs cart snippets
in a dilly. |
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45. |
Earth asleep, winter
comes: snowflakes:
10 million eyelids. |
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46. |
4 in the morning
and the Marlboro man's still smoking
by the dead gas pumps,
lights like comets
burning over his head. |
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47. |
red Mustang
neon
sunflowers
Stuckey's
trading post
corn
here's a poem:
pumpjacks
nod me home. |
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48. |
Delepane.
Ama-ni-huella, Dios tata itom Jicori.
Delepane,
delepane,
delepane.
Gone. |
Luis Alberto Urrea Luis Alberto Urrea is the author of 9 books of fiction, nonficiton and poetry. His newest book is The Devil's Highway, nonfiction, published by Little, Brown in 2004.
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