Lost Boys of Mexico

I walked along the beach alone at sunset, 

Blood red was the water that rippled in the ebbing tide,

Why didn’t I bring my camera?

Whispers all around me, what are they saying?

“We are lost, please help us”

I stop dead in my tracks, who said that?

“Me, and me, me too, please help us”

I look around me to a throng of olive-skinned, wide-eyed boys, waif like creatures, tears running down their faces.

Where did the come from?

“We have been lost for so long, help us find our way”



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