reminiscing in the southern hemisphere
I’m lost again
somewhere in the middle of argentina
faraway from the capital
where the air is clean
and the mountains are nearby
where I can practice my spanish
without criticism or second thoughts
trying to put onto paper
how I miss the mystery
of the mediterranean
whether it be in southern europe
or north africa
(and all points in between)
occasionally looking up to the heavens
pen tapping the side of my
near-empty pint glass
my uninterrupted thoughts
invoking the poetry gods
to give me courage to return home
one last time
april two thousand eighteen
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