Lost in Presidio

Lost in Presidio

...but found by the desert.

Several years ago,
if you were in Presidio, Texas
on a dusty day in May,
we might've had lunch together
at a busy Mexican restaurant.

You probably noticed my blue car,
and wondered how an Ohioan
had wandered so far from home.

And I probably did nothing
to hide the fact that I was lost,
and glad to find a place to eat.

Could you tell it was my birthday?
And did you order the chicken mole?
I remember how good it tasted,
but doubt I'll ever go back for more.

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 If you ever find happiness by hunting for it,
you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles,
safe on her own nose all the time.
~ Josh Billings