Too rainy

     To cry

too rainy to sigh

   I'll fly high!

     (not like a kite)

    like a tequila bottle 

   in a burlap sack

         (I was in a bus in the fog

the town sign said TEQUILA in the mist

of my sleepy eyes at 4 am)

    We'd left Guadalajara and the craft town nearby

  Where they make tons of chotchkes for la turistas

  The city has Siquieros murals of war

   And crying children

and a large university

   And a lake