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Sunday, November 14, 2010

This is about my visits to my in-laws in Liberia, Costa Rica




Liberia

The air smells different upon arrival;
Life mixes with hope and expectations.
Fear that prejudice tangos with ignorance;
Truth dances with a preconceived menu.
Waves whisper in the moonlight;
The sands beneath breathe a song of freedom.
A beautiful house alive with love and light;
Explanations never asked for nor given.
A welcome, most gracious: a family unexpected.
Tiled living supported by arched columns;
Rocking chairs whisper contentment.
Local sidewalks perform magic tricks,
Disappearing without warning.
Light and music from a tavern suddenly appear;
Easy laughter, curious looks.
The statue in a park speaks of generations,
The graffiti does not remember.
A great tree divides a street,
Its branches unite a people whose memory is long.

Early sunlight brings thoughts of adventure;
Eggs made in the shape of a smile;
Fresh juice, squeezed with knowing hands.
Glimpses of sky down below;
A bubble of joy bursts in expectation.
The ocean rolls relentlessly, shifting thoughts with grains of sand;
Worries wash up like detritus, then taken away.
A symphony plays in spiral hallways;
False echoes sound a lullaby.
Reluctant footprints on the beach;
The sun smoothly slides behind warm welcomes.
The wind whispers of tomorrow.

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