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
https://poets.org/poem/eating-moon-cotulla-tx https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat-a-cake,_pat-a-cake,_baker%27s_man