Saturday, April 30, 2011

Last Napowrimo Poem

Fortunate Lot
this humane habitat
of ours

to our tough days
may they sharpen our whits

The quadalupe river
that was our home

we bread our
kindred there

found our mates
and devoured
our pleasures

"Leave me alone,
try 'n to get my drink on!"

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

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