Page 20 - just saying....
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one time I convinced you to travel cross‐country
to Mexico in our small red hatchback
with only two pairs of jeans,
a few shirts, a jacket, and my art supplies.
how patient and loving you were with my unusual requests:
stopped at an odd church where we admired Rothko paintings,
driving into Laredo with a bottle of iodine to wash the food,
winding on roads with no shoulder through mountains,
past Leon and finally San Miguel de Allende
where we stayed a few idyllic months in our rented apartment
up a hill with our borrowed cat we named Sam.
I cried when we left…
the heavy hearts of endings.
