Cusco V 3.17.11
Two worn hands moving
Without rest, one smile placed
Humbly between lips
Cusco VI 3.18.11
Feet treed over coals
Lungs beg to be put to rest
We come to a bridge
A spiny cactus
And velvet Spanish moss hides
The sacred stone cliff
Cusco VII 3.19.11
Closed eyes open up
To a sun in full noon and
I put on cool shades.
Silhouetted hills
Welcome glorious full moon
And framed her beauty.
Pisac I 3.20.11
Red wine in crystal
River in a terraced hill
Full moon in clear sky
Pisac II 3.21.11
Saw you on a bike
Wearing a frown because it’s
Two sizes too small
Pisac III 3.22.11
Carrot cake, red wine
The essence of vacation
Realized before noon.
Cusco VIII 3.23.11
As town wakes and warms
and last drips of wine are drained
we say our goodbyes
