I hear the voice of an American woman living in Mexico. She speaks of her attachments to nature in a rural landscape With 2 burros, 9 dogs, and some chickens. She is immersed, it seems, Though she is also uncomfortable and lonely. She is similar—however opposite—to myself. Once in a while, she sees a truck drive down her dusty road, Whereas I live immersed in modern-life’s most unnatural world Where it’s always hard to see the stars And cars are always passing me by, And I am almost always uncomfortable in it.
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Current draft: 5/18/2010 Created on 5/15/2010 6:30 PM |