Paloma: 10 years for cultivation
“When Mr. Palominos is done swabbing prison floors, around 2014, he will be given a one-way ticket back to poverty,” his defense attorney noted.
a dove waits for a patrol of whirling hawks to pass overhead,
from the nest he flies, north, to scratch in the dirt to find his chicks food,
helicopters weedwack his gray head feathers as he flies across the river.
his ground is burnt sienna, desert hard, cracked below, his feet,
the seed owner’s ground is Columbian, American Roast, a little caramel,
and didn’t know anything about doves watering hemp in Brazoria County:
“Where Texas began” from a county of doves.
Author Note: i read in a newspaper the other day that an illegal alien was sentenced to jail for cultivation of marijuana. i was torn between "why should tax money be spent to hold an illegal alien" and "the border is so easy to cross anyway he will probably return."
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I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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