Mesquite Tree

By
Edward Vidaurre
– March 29, 2011Posted in: Local Writers & Poets, Poetry

with her thick
syrupy tears
she waves her
branches at me

could she be
one of the sleeping ones?
-that awaits
the second coming

-alone
-decrepit
looming over dry ground

she’s beautiful
this time of year

i will be your friend
from now on
let me sit
next to you
and lean my thick back
upon you

don’t worry
i won’t climb you

if you only promise
not to fall
-cause I can’t catch you

sleep my friend

sleep and keep my secrets

and I promise to wipe your
tears

by Edward Vidaurre

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About Edward Vidaurre

Edward from Facebook: "I write poetry. I invented a weird twitch. I try not to think about penguins. I used to pretend I was a robot. I repeat the same word over and over until it loses its meaning. I scratch myself. I watch TV and repeat everything said in an Italian accent. I rule Sodoku. I make prank phone calls ever since Lilly said I looked like a crank yanker. I learned to kiss with a girl who regrets it. I take virtual vacations twice a year.I listen to texts. I read books. I have a tattoo. My daughter thinks I'm real, real handsome. My wife just thinks I'm plain ol' HOT! I hate people that honk in traffic, I'd rather you stick out your finger. I hate people who pronounce me name wrong. I love a well-executed gancho in Argentine Tango. I love bean soup. I love new shoes that don't squeak. I once spelled "cheap", "cheep" and lost a spelling bee. I love saving the day at my job. I love flat tires. I'm a trend setter. I love pugs. And Jesus is my friend too".