Zocalo Poems - Poems about Zocalo

...A bitterly cold day entered. Front gathered hard -- imagine jagged knives. Looks more northerly, opined pundits, Quite raw -- snow tires useful. Very wondrous; xerophytes yearning zocalo.......

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...I watched the clouds in the sky move and dance above me as if they were alive, watching me. To me there was identity there. Not that numbers are alive or can move, but I believe there is more the......

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