San Antonio, Like Nothing I’ve Ever Seen
A Sonnet by Rachel Billings
By Rachel BillingsPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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I’ve never been to San Antonio,
my postcard home and your poetic muse,
the root of your Amazonian glow
sketched like Texan sun on a ranch house roof.
I wish I could weave myself in the wheat
that your hands knead into the sound of bread,
like the hurricana music that storms
out of your car radio, harmonizing
our silhouettes. I only want to hear
that city when I climb your backyard lime tree.
San Antonio echoes in your letters.
I’ll never be there until you send me.
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