What I remember of Uvalde is their debate team,
a girl with a snakeskin briefcase.
The name, a jewel in the mouth, like others—Guadalupe, Bandera—
redolent of sky, space, heat, the sense of a journey, roads turning and turning.
What I saw when I looked out the window of the car
was an example, in landscape form, of all I could do and be.
