Communique from Cómpeta – #1

And so it was

That we got on a plane

With all that associated pain

The suckage was, indeed, fierce

The layovers, the lay-abouts, the lackadaisicality

Of humans behaving badly

(And not caring)

Finally, the madness ended

And there were no more interminable lines

Only a car, arranged, waiting

We climbed inside

We drove

Giant hills we encountered

Twisty curves, alien but familiar

Many of them sharp, revealing surprises

Suddenly, white-drenched boxes spilled downward

Full of expectant treasures, some shareable, some not, gold on the breakfast tray

We paused, sighed, reflected

Then we drove to the box that was ours, albeit fleeting, mere days of seizing

And unlocked the door…


Greetings from Cómpeta, Spain. More to follow. Unless the boxes want me to keep some of their secrets. I can do that, fingers crossed…

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