Oaxaca Departure Poem
5 Feb 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Nathan Payne
Misty morning take-off,clouds of rainbowsglowing It’s like we’re flying through a soda The sky is gray with bubbles Gulf of Mexico below us—shining rippledcopper Cargo ships of Veracruz,Galveston, NewOrleans Tiny iron toys in a bathtub of goldenfire...