Sun sinks red into
silver Rio Grande.
Across the border
in Mexico dogs bark.
Children laugh, cry.
Cann't help but wonder
how many meals they
could eat for the price
of scopes, binoculars,
cameras, bird books
on the platform on
our side of the border.
Mexican smoke stings
my eyes, blurs vision
of Border Patrol turret.
Thought provoking words about your last sunset of 2011.
ReplyDeletePowerful poem that makes me think about the differences just across the border. Well done!
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