Craft & Wine Fair

Craft & Wine Fair
Craft & Wine Fair

Son of an immigrant

A poem by Rocky Alencar
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the first to venture
carries the family crest
in his hand
in the other, another's
she fainted when the border police approached
so he carried her forward
while the crew priest hid in the sewer
across the desert
there's no reason
only heart
and a fool's dream
of opportunity

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