by Marisela Treviño Orta

    In México decent people don't
    take off their shoes in public
    or walk bare foot on grass.
    But it was pouring,
    water coursing down the cobblestone streets,
    gushing rivers of Guanajuato's incline.
    All I knew was I didn't want
    two days wearing wet tennis shoes
    so I pulled them off,
    peeled the socks from my feet
    and ran after Julie towards Casa Kloster.
    Running under the cavernous hallways
    where people huddled watching the rain
    the rivers
    my bare wet feet.

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