The rio bravo takes you across to safety
away from the clutches of jaws and jails;
The rio floats you across into the arms
of the one that has loved you always;
The rio saves you from the monster
that you dreamt about when you were five;
The rio pulls you under until
your remains are deeply buried within;
The rio haunts you in the darkest of
moments and shatters your dreams;
The rio drives you mad
until your spirit dies with you;
The rio turns you into a liar
and thief, a shell of what you used to be;
The rio baptizes you and leaves you
naked when you think you know its eternal secrets;
Only the thick, mysterious fog can work its
powerful magic, dragging, stirring
its ghostly spirits, and unveiling the corpses
washed up on its shores;
The clouds, laden with sadness and anger,
open, and let the rain burst into tears;
Rain, rain, river rain.


















…and Ms. Guadarrama, you have captured a mood ….