On today's full moon, the fifty-eighth Moon Prize goes to Nancy E. Allen's poem "Mexico."

Mexico

by Nancy E. Allen

We are roaming 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 yet the people

are kind, “Don’t worry; we’ve had asshole

presidents too. It’s not your fault.”

They are patient when we mangle

expressions, order 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 driving south

with a copy of Twenty Love Poems

And A Song Of Despair, en español.

* * * * *

"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 else.