Hitchhike to Mexico City
Matthew Klane

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        Hitchhike to Mexico City          Martin Fierro

 

My harlequin madrigal.

Leave yr handlebars

by the

Rio Grande—

bridge

to the indigenous

heartland.

Ditch yr pony

penchant,

hippy

adventures,

gypsy,

itinerant itch.

Heave ho, Corazón!

Hit the road!

 

          Reading Free-fall         Recede

into white space—

full speed—

like a cannonball

in quicksand,

hanging

by a tendril of light.

You are here

and gone.