Last night I had a dream about you.
We just met face to face.
You were telling me about my grandmother.
We were outside in the sand.
I was surprised you knew her.
I never knew she went to Mexico.
It was hot.
We sat down at a rough grey whiskery table.
Yes, you said and she rode very well.
A bright grey horse among the caballeros.
“And tequila ?” I leaned towards you tete-a-tete ” What about the tequila…?”
But the scraping sound of speeding traffic brought me into this morning.
And I wondered Why Mexico?
I was always a bit afraid of Mexico –
Suddenly Last Summer
We don’t need no stinking badges,
Maryse Holder Give Sorrow words,
Decapitations decorating the highways…
But when I was a kid –
Bands of silver trumpeters.
raw silver jewelery, grumpy looking straw cowboys…
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