Crossing Over by Guadamour

by Guadamour
Dandelion Salad
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Crossing Over

The dogs and I
Walk the same
Trail every morning
After I feed the mules

The sun sang its
Explosive song
In the violet clouds
This morning
When ice filled
The water trough

I find a pink
Baby jacket
A white
Enfant’s shoe
Footprints of people

Crossing over
From desperation
To despair

The international boundary
Cuts across
A continuous desert
Three hundred yards
South

I collect green
And blue stones
For cattle skulls
To graze on
While the dogs
Chase rabbits
And bark
At nothing

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