Mexico - the Sonnet

When nine, a Ray found my heel in Guaymas;

At sixty-nine I'd go back to that bay - 
Perhaps to verify pain is no boss,
Or to pass some more time that's on my way.

There'd be stone and workers - both I prefer.
Not to say, I don't love y'all where I am,
Yet "who" I am won't be found with either -
Nor in some rank described by an emblem.

What's left when the hammer, chisel and stone
stop ringing ? Peer deeper - a bunch of dust.
Take this poem where it began? I can moan,
Or use what I've learned, to create more trust.

Why Mexico? la mujer son bella,
Y la comida es sabrosa

2 July 2014 jts 

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