Sonoran Sunrise
A poem on belonging
Oh Sonora, how I’ve missed
your rocky cerro spine,
and the taste of your desert rose
beneath the heat of the morning sun.
Oh Sonora, how I’ve missed
the way you hum
around the kitchen bar,
preparing the sweet nectar
of pan dulce and cafecitos negros.
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Oh Sonora, come here,
and let me kiss
your hibiscus lips
beneath the Ceiba,
and lose myself
inside your moment.
Oh Sonora, let me linger
in the shade of palms,
and sing along to songs
that are not my own –
cries of heartbreak and yearning.
Let us sing as though these hours
could never end.
Let me do it all once more,
before I lose your song again.
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As always, thanks for reading!
Until next time,
Ally 🏜️🤎
