I flew to Mexico.

Better a path raw and new

than loosing the chance

to find a life

I stepped out

of the pristine airport

into cicadas

screaming

Crows cawing

Street venders

shouting out

green mangos.

Short square Indians

with embroidered dresses

Serapes to protect

themselves from the chill

Of a city 2,500 meters into the sky

“So this is my new daughter in law,”

he said giving a high

pitched thin laugh.