Our foreign eyes soak in the yellow dripped trees
washed by His morning rainstorm watercolors,
as October corn fields yield earth-fuel
to speed our van past Best Western signs,
trying to be our best selves on this road West.
Our foreign eyes soak in the miniscule moisture in cacti:
the Sudafed to my milkweed, the mesquite to our cottonwood.
Fernie and his protective shotgun invites us to
live like we were dieing, in this desert,
Our privilege. Others’ reality.
Our foreign eyes soak in the trickle of the “Rio Grande.”
Its Jordan waters promise a new life but provide near death—
safety found only in those border controlled events:
a Mass, a hug—enough for them to pat their backs
never enough to satisfy.
Our foreign eyes soak in the tears of a desperate father’s family
whether in mourning or relief as the clement sentence
translates through the borrowed headsets.
one year in jail and deportation.
Who should get punished?
Our foreign eyes soak in the sweet horchata,
as a woman strong beyond her years calls for revolution,
unity to fight for all the parents and little sisters
to have rights in this country of immigrants.
She has a Dream.
So we all dream
that instead of blinding us
the circumstances of our birth
will spring forth new waters of justice
for all those we encounter from the arid
New Mexican desert to the Oglala,
recognizing no matter our difference
we all thirst for a place to call home.
Class of 2018
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