Our airplane shrank above the ground, a rainbow
Blessing our tropical journey with the flock
Of students bobbing sleepy heads to balk
At napping. I turned my eyes down below,
Where I imagined Mexican farmers sow
Their fields of patchwork quilts and ticking clocks,
Nested in pop-up mountains being mocked
By an American vacation’s shadow.
At the hotel, bare chests distract me by day
While it’s tequila squared that gets me at night.
Add to the list green waves and smiling faces
And I’m a camera-happy tourist who pays
No mind to local salesmen dressed in white,
Like saviors to our money and Spanish phrases.
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