Nuevo Mexico
What happen to the promise?
Did it die
as soon as we crossed?
or hid-
and got lost?
was it not bilingual?
or did it need a translator-
maybe if we paid a toll?
perhaps if our skin was lighter
and accents not so thick
is it like a bomb closer to
explosion with each tick?
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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