today's full moon, the
fifty-eighth Moon Prize goes to Nancy E. Allen's poem "Mexico."
by Nancy E. Allen
We areroaming rows of blue agave,
standing in line to buy tamales,
fiddling with strange
coins in our palms.
Our feet are dusty in sandals
and all the sounds around us are words
we barely know. They could be poems.
We have no right to expect kindness
in Mexico and yetthe
worry; we’ve had asshole
presidents too. It’s not your fault.”
They are patient when
food, ask directions.
We vow to study the language, travel
in South America despite fears,
re-read Neruda, Paz, Lorca.
In my mind we are
with a copy ofTwenty Love Poems
And A Song Of Despair,en español.
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"Mexico" was first published in Gargoyle.
Nancy E. Allen is a DC based public defender, teaches yoga and owns a yoga studio. Her poems have appeared in Gargoyle, Tar River Poetry, Sow's
Ear Review, and New Millennium Writings among other journals. She
spends most of her time wishing she were somewhere