I reach my hands up
As cumulus clouds pile
but cant quite touch em
Fiesta! Amor
vida musica, boda
y puta whisky.
2.13.11
Street lights flicker on
as do the stars in the sky
Then! Lightning flashes
The moon-a street lamp
How bright and gentle she burns
My feet reach the ground.
2.14.11
Yellow flowers shake
Long grass dances the tengo
as the storm blows in.
I am thankful for my time in Cusco, for my friends who married and are so happy, and even for the four angry dogs that surrounded me today and their sharp looking teeth and loud voices, more so thankful for their encounter I am thankful that they let me go alive and well. I miss mahli.
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