B. Traven's Mexico

Tropical coffee fills a mug of serenity upon the starched

tablecloth on the patio of Spring's night.

A voluptuous tamale by it's side,

glances fly between them while shyness dominates.

For the only sound is the shimmering of the stars,

waves of wilderness upon a midnight constellation.

All wild abandonment needing to be shelved and

put away before the arrival of the Sun's ever-searching

glare.

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• Mexico Poetry
• B. Traven (Novelist)
• Spoken Word

[DoorsChick1967]

This is just a poem I wrote about B. Traven, imaging what Mexico could've been like for him. You won't find this in any book, for now:)

[m0bi]

Which book is this from? I have almost all his books that have been translated into english, and have only read 2 so far and am on my 3rd... he is definitely already one of my favorite authors...