I.
The sparrows along the playa hop
For pignolias.
The guitar player sings for a little
Root of all evil.
The raqueros conjure a miraculous spectacle
Out of the sand.
What if there was only ever desert
To dream beyond?
II.
The birds too wish to be understood
When we eat their fruit
And walk by their mesquite and huizache,
But we can't
Even understand each other.
Even the bear king
Shifts in a wicker chair in the sand
Bartering to command.
III.
There is always the distance,
To the cities,
To the lands that remember
What is not here
In the cacophony of seemingly
Everything.
The breeze is just too strong today.
The people have blown away.
