What Might Have Been
She was a snowy ravine
hidden in Seguin
Connie Sepulveda
on the back porch
the gravel street
transports her cracked peach
the iron trees rust
and leave a bitter taste
Connie's eyes
like an out of place sea
damn the crazy Aztec sun
which keeps beating down
upon el ocho's furry head
making no sense
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