Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

he comes again to the foothills of the sparkling cenote, the rich scent of water clinging to the air. 

this time he brings another packet wrapped in the silk of steppe-beast pelt. more saffron, its purple petals curled up. long cloves of cinnamon. a fat hare. and finally, the cloying green of juárez’s most potent gift. 

again, he does not call. he watches, waiting for those of the palace to take note of the dark stranger at their door.