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In The Cenote

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Under a candlelit operetta     of stars,     the vertigo horizon trails     to a shudder     until,     swallows the size of kites     handstand in flying motion     about pools of water     then glide within reach of the cenote,*     cisterns deep     and flagellant     scars in earth     that cradle still hands     of pale, pumice stone.     All the tears     of old Mexico     refurbish this soil,     anxious in blessing     a brittle toil     in sisal* groves     harvesting hennequin*     to symbolize pity     in flat expanse     of Mission stone.     * A deep natural well. The term is of Mayan origin.     * Hemp.

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