concealer smudged under heavy eyes
focusing on passing weeds known as bluebonnets
endless kindness and generosity
but a horrific mind thats inconsolable
walk the ‘camino pequeno’, as my aunt says
we’ll find stones of luck and prosperity
if only we were that lucky
with a psyche as endless as the oceans,
i’ll give you a good sunday afternoon
neither of us notice the car race past
stuck on the patter of our own feet
