Tomorrow
Manana
I will ride down the steep hill
deciding the route to the Tijuana River Valley
where I will cross the border
to my homeland
to my homeland
where I dont live anymore.
Route 1 is steeper, quicker and winner were it
not for the rock and mud debris leftovers from the rain.
Route 2 is slicker, cooler, longer and safer but no time bonus.
I will ride to work. Daylight will be waiting
I will ride to work. Daylight will be waiting
for me to pile outta the front door clipping in
snapping the sleeping birds from nestings perch.
Blinking back light shine on for me this morn
coffee lips
coffee lips
puffing sips
to keep my mind's body appetite.
Spirit sing on as I make peace with my ritual song.
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