Pollo seco and a bottle of coke light
All you can eat or all you can leave behind
Scraggly tress with green leaves
sway gently in the sweltering breeze
Bobble headed tourists
rest comfortably on the
air conditioned Mercedes Benz bus
as our tour guide announces
that the Mayan were thought by some to have
come “from out of the space”
A faint smell of diesel peppers the air
Onward to Chichen Itza
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