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Today I walked down
to the Port of
Ensenada

To document the drying
of the sun upon
the water

The fountain sparkled
like a diamond
soda

The marina carved its name
into a shellfish

Dogs wearing sunglasses
peddled deep
sea

Wishing expeditions
to long-haired
native

Hippie kids
trading

Collectible

Balloons behind
the tourist

Convention;

The polished boots
of the tour
coach

Drivers
gleamed like tiny

Crocodiles

Eating
candy in the

Sun;

The vibe was peaceful, even

Fun;
I needed to

Surround myself
with people
on

Vacation;
too many games of

Dodgeball
with car problems and

Potholes
has turned my

Joy into a

Mask,

Something you wear
so as not to
burden

Others with the
truth of how
you

"Feel,"
which is always in a

Propriate,
even if it's

Real

I returned to my
hotel; I ate the

Pearls
collected from the tears I

Wept;
I

Grinned
into the whirl

Wind;
I curled

Inside the local
flag and

Slept

Inside the bathroom
window








11.12.26
Ensenada, MX