So, for today's Napowrimo poem, I'll share a freewrite inspired by these lovely poets.
Love Poem to El Valle
I will miss you when I'm gone --
uprooted from this soil
my toes will always thirst for.
You've spoiled me with mild winters
the soft, warm breath of your January love,
your frothing ocean washing clean my toes,
the air thick with your citrus blossom perfume.
I've grown accustomed to your stern hand
of heat and the prick of your thorns,
the arid taste of your cloudless sky
sticking to my tongue in August.
You are my place of comfort and my prison,
the walls of Eden closing in
hugging me tight. You are the place
I'll come back to when I close my eyes,
wishing to return that plucked persimmon
to the leaning branch.
Good tacos. Real chile. A mariachi's seranade
on my birthday. A warm kiss on the cheek
from a stranger, the soft sigh of a palm at dusk.
You are pico on the tongue
the ache of a grito burrowed
in the back of my throat
the fire in my belly raging,
burning to break loose
and rage across the monte.
have toughened my footsoles,
calloused my palms
darkened my skin
given me a taste for fire.
El Valle how can I leave you behind?
Your dust always on my boots,
your scent always on my skin,
your home siempre in my flesh.