They celebrated that year
In a lone star state
Without kin, pines, or the smell of the sea
Landlady on rooftop
Armed with shotgun
Popping off armadillos,
Daddy launching arrows
At unsuspecting
Raiding omnivores.
Mama laughing at Pandy herding cattle
And wondering which alien soil
They would be led to next
The scent of skunk in the air,
The fire of jalapeños on the breath
The call of coyotes in the clear December night
And I was there,
A quiet secret,
Waiting patiently within.
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