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Taming Costa Rica
by Charlie Morganbrazilian marching powder all around,
yet it seems, i's the only one not on it.
i claimed my place as ignorant. followed
my eyes as they saw a people bound in
tradition, slow-change. daily was the grind.
boys' lusts paired equally by styles of girls' jeans;
sizes: TIGHT. TIGHTER. TIGHTEST. attitudes floating
on the light November breeze, all of Costa Rica grins.
a joint starts the morning, a green forest full of rain
leaves you drenched by mid-afternoon's siesta.
once again a backpack is the means of travel.
night comes-slowly and i catch butterflys in my dreams
knowing that sooner than later i will return to my world
leaving this world behind-still untamed. still lovely.
11/23/2011 Posted on 11/24/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/24/11 at 02:37 AM Just beautiful..anyway we can see the world in a new light makes me sigh..thank you sweet Charlie |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/24/11 at 05:02 AM That's some journey you've got there, Mr. Morgan! Yes indeed! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/01/11 at 06:02 PM Oh man, you had me hooked. I was so eager to hear about this Garlandman's travels beyond the suburban confines. But I should have known you don't have to get in a car or plane to travel and to bring back with you snapshots so rare and fluttery they make me look feverishly for my passport. Thanks Chaz. |
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