The border is a beautiful piece of paper folded carelessly in half.
The border is where flint first met steel, starting a century of fires.The border is a belt that is too tight, holding things up but making it hard to breathe.The border is a rusted hinge that does not bend.The border is the blood clot in the river’s vein. —Alberto Ríos
One response to “The border is a beautiful piece of paper folded carelessly in half.”
The verse is Awesome, and the photos are extra lovely.