Haiku from the first half of my trip to Mexico last year.

12.18
At the borderlands
I make my last call to Ralph
I’m gonna miss him

12.19
“Smells like Tijuana”
We’d say when fumes mixed with trash
Stale odor remains

12.20
Return to small town
Looks different than memory
Feels much colder too

12.21
The Jerez jardín
Filled with dominoes players
And resting grandma

12.22
This pueblo is dead
There’s no one home in houses
Until October

12.23
Aunt receives photo
Begins to tear up at sight
Of smiley uncles

I wasn’t quite as disciplined as when I went to Mexico in 2004, nor as insprired. Oh well, I’m working on writing again.