Old gardener from Guanajuato
dreams over the steering wheel,
road of starlight, hunger,
gravel, bats, moon,
crickets chanting blackly,
Creatures, we belong,
death-wish armadillos,
Wasted Days and Wasted Nights,
a mailbox like a kid
reaching blindly towards the future,
five dollars in his pocket,
trying to thumb a ride.