Location was a fact of World War II.
They happened to be here in ‘41
and stuck on visas. Everything they knew
inspired them to angle for the sun.
Tecate, then, for precious latitude
of Nazareth and wealth of golden air,
was where they planted stakes and raised their crude
philosophy of grapes and active prayer.

They didn’t fertilize the dirt, because
they wanted roots to seek the deepest good.
They worked outside and formalized the laws
Professor preached and Deborah understood.
So people paid to come to build to fix
themselves, and blistered on the well-laid bricks.

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