Flying down
to Medellin,
To see my
little Gypsy Queen,
I'll watch
her teach the downward dog,
Add a page
to my current blog,
And drink
some cold cerveza.
First light
calls for Cafe Tinto,
A bus ride
with an open window,
Idyllic
views of small Casitas,
Images of
beatific Jesus,
Line hilly
streets of color.
Ten days on,
I'll need to fly,
A sardine
can,
Built for
sky.
I just so
hate to say goodbye.
So I'll do
no such thing.
Nos vemos
mañana,
mi niña
hermosa...
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