Monday, January 10, 2011


Tucson, I remember you as a beautiful city.
The roadside stands where you could get a warm beer
and a burrito as big as a football
for a few dollars.
The old Pima Indian women making fry bread
covered in cactus jelly in the shadow of the Spanish Mission.
I feel for you in these hours.
Great Spirit keep hope in our hearts,
care for the ones lost and those left to grieve, and please,
please let us learn a lesson this time.

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