The McKinley Review Magazine

Mesquite Dreams

By: Eduardo del Rio | Posted on: December 2018

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For George Estrada
 

The giant tree has stood its ground

Far longer than the rest.

She is impervious to the sirens

And the vatos walking by.

 

The concrete swells around her edges.

Tugs incessantly at her toes.

Demands that she relinquish her hold

on the decaying barrio.

 

Occasionally she dreams of times

when women with gnarled limbs

delicately plucked her ripened fruit.

When desperate fathers invoked her name

in a long forgotten tongue.

 

When time was marked

by the coyote’s lullaby

and the chachalaca’s morning cry.

When she could stretch in the morning sun

And hear gods whispering in her ears.