castro

the rooster crows
echoes across the countryside
the breeze blows
my hair into my eyes,
I sweep it aside to see
the panoramic view
of castro
the hills with their
yellow flowers and thorns,
los palafitos,
the houses on their long, thin legs
like storks,
the water rising underneath.
the yellow tin church,
three tall steeples, the citadel of el pueblo
rolling clouds in the blue sky,
over rolling hills of green
the virgin overlooks
the ancient cemetery,
smiling down with open arms,
smiling at the tranquil town,
the peace of the island

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