If I Could Fly

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If I could fly to Mexico
by way of all the flowers,
never telling anybody
how I know that my grandfathers
would have wanted me to come
back all the way to here
every several generations
and about once every year,
I would keep it all a secret
from the ones who weren’t like me,
but I’d share with all who understood
beneath a big fir tree.