Teotihuacan

I can see the small puddles that have formed in my yard    ripple with impactI can see droplets of water slither down the windowpane.But without my glasses, I cannot see the rain.There is no cause –           only effect. My ancestral self watching a bough bend in the breezeBy what hand? The sound of thunder,Continue reading “Teotihuacan”

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