Overhead there lay an eternity, bluer than blue,
yet we soared, windows down, away we flew
over the dry, dry browns and cracking grays,
the wet ocean air rushing straight into our faces.
Empty road stretched on, and farther back behind us,
pretend-water on concrete, vanishing like magic dust
from the enchanted balete trees, we traveled on through,
until the golden sea engulfed us in her briny brew.
Dancing in her waves to her muffled underwater song,
kicking up her sandbeds when we danced all wrong,
the sun laughed at us until she turned deep orange-red,
then hid behind a mountain pair's purple silhouette.
On the way home, I found in myself life's happy why--
because, always, in the end, a beautiful tequila-cocktail sky.
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