Hitchhike to Mexico City
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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.