Querétaro state
by bus, a ripe

sunset, pastel
trucks, corn fields

and sun-bleached rocks.
No country has the exact

same color of dust.
This is already

a new life, new eyes.
The old highway

winds through high
desert, fat-paddled

cacti, unknown birds,
a dark cloud to the North

feathering out, the night,
halcón, the wistful sky,

lindo, listo,
ready to take flight