Met her out in Costa Rica that summer
we were on the streets on Liberia when it hit me
crossed by an old casino long since burned out
forgotten
that’s when you looked at me
ever since then
and since that time down south
I wondered what you meant
back there
never questioined though
these things being the way
they always are
the timing wasn’t right
but it was more than just that
wasn’t it?
Took horses into the mountains
past ravines
groves with mangos not quite ripe
past howling monkeys
and up to the ridge
I could see you
Either way, whatever it was shattered in Cay Caulker
nothing good ever lasts
not in Belize anyway
all rounded down and divided in half
leaning on the collossus to keep itself afloat
you were there
and when I saw your smile
Got up and left my drink at the bar
didn’t want to start trouble with the guy
you came in with
Categories:
caulker, life,
Form: Free verse