Found Poetry 67

5/17/19

the ship powers the turn into Mojito Island
and old San Juan feels the footsteps of money
a history woven with the hearts of Tainos
and the cackles of European ghosts
I unbutton my burning guayabera
and humble myself in the magical air

This poem was created from "Men's Cubavera Embroidered XL", by Dimitri Reyes.

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