Poem October 7, 2002 ISSUE

Reunion

Bettie Gray

This time the road home to Texasthunders through clouds, and ends as a runway borderedby fields of wild Mexican primroses and Indian paintbrushThe sky has the starring role in every Texas tale.It is never mistaken for anything else.

With one hand on the radio knob,I steer the straight familiar Dallas streets,searching for music. Every fifth radio stationspeaks or sings in Spanish. ¿Dónde está mi corazón?For this I need no translation.

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