Wednesday, April 22, 2009

In the church

Crosses of flowers and flickering candles
Carpet the floor of the church.

At the feet of the virgin
A lone Indian man kneels, weeping silently,
His sombrero by his side.

His bundles surround him
And his tears, running down ageless cheeks,
Are illuminated by her neon crown.

- Oaxaca, November 2003

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