there's not much that I need
hitting the open highway
for the beach, the sun, the sea
heading for the border
be there early today
I know once I get there
my troubles fade away
pulling out my passport
for examination
many detainees here
waiting on immigration
something about the ambiance
something about that air
something about the evenings
that makes me forget what's here
Mexico, just a dream away
closer than it appears
the climate always perfect
maybe, I'll just stay there
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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