María Cristina Fernández Hall, A Town in the Mountains

Tapalpa curved roads
ranch the bovine
bleating clay houses with
hay poking out everywhere.

Tapalpa finger-sink texture
of the bovine fleecing
weaving in the market
where locals don’t
buy. Tapalpa

the dusty rock they
slide down is now such
a curvy sigh of gleaming,
bleating erosion.

Tapalpa magic throned
fleece-colored faces
mixing with brown.