the cars with lights shining bright move slowly in line, straight and almost endless. faces dark with sadness, suits and dresses black as the shadows of night, eyes glisten, heads bent, bloodshot eyes watch as the Cat slowly raises him into the earth.
the rattle of the diesel and dirt tumbles down. memory is all that remains.
tomorrow the sun will rise and warm his earth above and the songs of birds will filter through the trees.
(some thoughts of Mexicali)
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About jedwardnajera
I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession.
My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium.
He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years.
Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures.
I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
