There is something magical
about the way the sun
rises over the rolling hills
on a warm June morning
To pack a basket with tortillas
fresh from the oven,
carne asada
straight off the grill,
a thermos
full of iced horchata
Sitting above it all
watching the light
trill and pulse
over the ridge
With heartfelt
food in hand
day breaking
all around
what could be better?
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