La Madrugada

In the desert…
La Madrugada, the early morning…
Tiny coals combusting out the last of living fire
Freeing molecules
Carbon drifts and spirals

A few sticks on the fire
Coffee in hand
The cold air, the silence
The distant, spare, rocky land

Rough men may turn to poetry

When the land captures their stare…
Some it releases after a course, but
The trance can hold a special few
All their life long

The coffee percolates in the mind soup of last nights beer
He fires the cancer stick draws light
Then deep
Smoke and death release
Along with a strange peace
From the corners of mouth and soul

Lost in the present
Wandering in memory
The future he knows all too well
…Some memories are sweet

Memories may last forever
La Madrugada so soon is gone

E. Clinton Oct 24, 2012


Author: Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.


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2 Responses to La Madrugada

  1. Eugene "Gene" Novogrodsky says:

    …loved this start of day and more piece ….

    Week of November 19th – too much before – we need to sit around a table and read our slices ….

    Maybe Beto, Travis, you, me …those who feel slices of North America ….

  2. Edgar says:

    That would be a good idea. I’m all out of coffee too. Need to head Matamoros way.

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