Take a moment for reflection and meditation on the state of Austin, cities and urbanity itself as concepts and inspiration for civic lyricism in our corner for poets, Runes & Rhymes.
There is a ghostland somewhere near
Of spirits of the Earth
And aging oxygenated dirt
And there is hope and there is hate
But no one ever shows up late
The border of Mexico
is exactly
1,006 miles away
from the hospital
where I was born.
Which means that
had I been born,
say,
1,007 miles
to the south
my destiny would be
aligned under very
different
stars.