Hillsboro, Texas

Texas isn’t fair
to the blemishes of its history,
as the waves of blue-and-white houses
speckle the landscape can attest to,
their facades, sparkling with dust, also drowning
in canals of weeds. The weeds
are kissing the front lawns
of the scruffiest men
that kindness can find,
bellowing up their hopeful eternity,
betraying an optimism unlikely
of shuttered-and-burned Texas prairie.

-Pablo Baeza

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