I am from bare feet

and flooded creeks

Where moccasins and rattlers speak in tongues

German, Spanish, and English hung

in the air like pinatas or sausage in the smokehouse

To greenbelts in Austin where hippies go to smoke-out

and guitar chords blend

with gospel hymns

music plays

poetry sways

bends like Ponderosa Pines

It’s hot we drink more beer than wine

I’m from holding doors and wooden floors

with sawdust meant for shufflin feet

Where Lamar and Guadalupe meet.



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