PUERTO RICO
When you hit the tar and oil
fumes float visible in
waves don‟t stop to flirt with
billboard cabs but wheel it
'chita to where the
ferry hums and you‟ll ride
sun-whipped above decks of
sardines afraid of a
little splash? you'll squeal
then end uniquely drenched in
surf-salt having reached
this isle off an isle that
lands punches over punches
on the head and shoulders
of San Juan (and yes
you‟re welcome)
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