San Juan
San Juan
The flowering trees
The island breeze
San Juan
The raised cross walk
We faint – we balk
The narrow streets
The salsa beats
The swaying palm
The driver’s calm
The soft sand beach
The natives speech
The evening rains
The food – plantains
The fortress walls
The wild bird calls
The slower pace
The warm embrace
San Juan
The humid air
The sweat soaked hair
The hotel noise
The merchant’s ploys
The taxi cost
The getting lost
San Juan
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2013
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