Visions of Santa Cruz – Maria Virginia Reina
What if
your spell works?
And I cough
enough blood
for a red mustang
a holy backdrop of California mountains.
You wish I was
a prophet
If I could I would die
of prophecy
but not before I found you,
my promised hand –
Forgive me!
Forgive me!
I love thee!
Forgive the endurance
of reason
At last I cast it to the wind
And I came all this way.
Aren’t I
Your good pilgrim?
