transitioning from Incan spirituality to urban sprawl

the awakening is rude

riding in from the airport

this could be bangkok or jakarta

it’s not, of course

so at the end of the day

close to my run-out date

for bus tour quotients

there is quiet regoletto cemetary

in which eva finally lies

and, i believe, martha’s family too

bringing respite and some return

faintly, to peaceful calm

on the eve of likely turbulence

of the drake crossing