Bus Fare to Santiago
The man next to you holds a bag of beets, white and red striped
as if suited to dream the end of war.
You grow tired, sitting in bantam seats, waiting to pass over
reprehensible land turn by turn.
Through glass, La Alameda flashes lapis in
a platinum face you love where gondolas breach privacy.
Call Santiago a whore.
Call Santiago ready to take you back.