Tar flats and sand,
taken for oases in mirage.
Horizon: the edge of land,
sky's limit. Scrub oaks skulk
up a golden savannah hill -- twist,
bend. Is this the shit for which
conquistadors killed men, women, children?
Laugh with los Californios, ever known
for that singular way of theirs:
How little may a man do
and still appear the envy
of any caballero? Shrewd,
lazy, dressed to the nines.
Lives lived richly outside lines
_____drawn by forbears, out of the frigid
Virgin's shadow.
O por los padres, que tienen corazones de arena fría.
Pobrecitos, los indios.
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