mirror
Do you remember the Mexican dream? We walked through the fields in the cool summer sun. The grass was wet beneath our bare feet. We climbed the rocks and found the mirror. The sun fell back across us from its silver eye. You scratched its surface with your fingers, and the world changed.
Do you remember the Mexican dream? We walked through the desert. The sun shone down relentless. The sand stuck to our perspiring feet and clawed its way between our toes. We climbed the rocks but the mirror was gone.
Do you remember the Mexican dream? Cold white bones on the sun-bleached sand. The rain comes down, but always too late.
