Cinco de Mayo, they say. Tequila?
Why is it important, I say?
They don't know...independence?
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My nephew sometimes has a difficult time sharing.
He cries when I remove him from playing
after grabbing the other baby's blocks.
We go outside.
Look at the blue sky, I say.
The fierce wind-
there is no reason to be upset.
Feece wind, he says?
And stares at the cottonwood leaves shaking.
It's beautiful, I say.
And we watch together.
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