Cuzco

High in the Andes
Under blankets of cloud
There is God’s kingdom
Where tourist crowd.

Walls of stone 
Reminder of past.
Line the streets 
Where people pass.

The buildings lay 
Brown with age;
Blending into hills
But still center stage.

Climbing Pukamuqu
A tiring feat,
For those who try
Walk the narrow street.

Atop the mountain
Is a monument.
Watching over all
For every moment. 

Cristo Blanco blesses
The ancient city below
Arms stretched wide 
To embrace whole.

All are amazed, viewing
The marvelous view below
This majestic carpet
Which is Cuzco.



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