Tonight's Poet Corner: South Of The Equator

South Of The Equator
by Belinda Roddie

I left home and made friends with
a man in Lima, Peru, who always drank
the sweet juice of a pitahaya out of his
shoe. He invited me in, and we danced
until dawn, and he told me I ought to fall
in love with his son. Well, we're married
now, and we keep up a lodge in the Amazon,
a quaint little tourist-y hodgepodge of
color and music and lots of festejos, too,
while his father continues to drink
the dragon fruit brew from his shoe.

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