Tlahuiollin
He stands so tall
The morning sun
Glints upon
His obsidian hair
Sleek
Pulled back
Into a tight
Thick dark braid
Held firm
Twisting to his waist
The neatness of his
White shirt and tie
The softness of deep brown
Eyes
Alive with all he sees and
Feels
So young
Yet a true warrior
He is a king
His spirit
His body
the soil in
Earth
Wind
Fire
The clouds surrounding
Peaks
Mountains
ancient
Volcanic
Jagged sheer
Shoots of yellow corn
Green forest
Moss
The gentleness
Of family love
The tilled farmland
And all the humble people
Who harvest its bounty
He is the summation --
His hands holding the now
His heart reaching all tomorrow.
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