In Mexico

A slice of life in Mexico

In Mexico

In Mexico there are no aliens with visas

If you listen carefully earthquakes whisper

A carriage lumbers along on 3 square wheels

With sounds known only to God in His infinite wisdom

Plump women sing volcanic tunes to platonic old men

Leathery faces trace their lineage back through time

Struggling through dirt streets to church

Pot holiness causes the donkey to sink inside

The happy mule pulls the cart while humming

Minstrel songs in burro languages of long ago

Knowing there is a carrot at the end of the road

Volcanic Ash Wednesdays come with a cross

Once a year cemeteries come alive in November

It must be the 1^st. as the marigolds are fragrant

Freshly cut flowers with aromas arrive

Day of the Dead is a colorful occasion

Picnics are fun for those above the daisies

Dancing on the graves gets crazy