Mash-It-Up Poem

A trip to Laredo is like breaking open the sky. Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man

Each long row of wheat meets the eye Bake me a cake as fast as you can

before it sloughs into desert, where the occasional hawk, Roll it, pat it

in a few concentric turns, identifies a weak movement. and mark it with a B

I know this place. The place in between.

for OpenWrite

With lines borrowed from 'Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX' by Analicia Sotelo and Pat-A-Cake nursery rhyme,_pat-a-cake,_baker%27s_man