Havana
Touched down at José Martí Airport
The air is so full, so very loud
Standing out, a thumb that is sore
Bleached face in a black crowd
The poverty is so very overwhelming
Though poorer I am aware there is
A taxi that has two decades on me
Revolution through a people missed
In my days of sunshine and rain
Feeling homely so very quick
Not the place I thought it would be
Though something I know will stick
So five days later I am back again
Feeling the native not a tourist be
Plans already to visit again
As long as Havana takes me again
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