the long broom to sweep
the tumble
weeds
out from under the bed.
a green lizard
slithers away.
where am I?
Arizona?
New Mexico,
the Baja?
i see a sombrero too,
a margarita glass
and an empty
bottle of tequila.
there's the smell
of a sweet perfume.
i hear a mariachi band
playing out the window,
but Rosalita has come and gone,
love has ended
too soon.
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