Dispatch from La Costa Gringa
A baby’s soother in the sand
plastic nipple blackening
in the Mexican sun.
Tequila on the rocks
Iguanas on the rocks
A girl with a falcon
by the breakfast buffet.
Down here on La Costa Gringa
it’s still Margaritaville
but no one I see is wasting away
and no one, absolutely no one
wants to talk politics.
In the markets though
they’re selling t shirts
saying Canada and Mexico
are not for sale.
A gay couple from San Francisco
get married on the beach.
Why does this seem threatened?
Why does everything seem threatened?
And to the north of us
a president out of an abandoned Vonnegut novel
is making friends with enemies
making enemies out of friends.
Taking part in Open Link over at dverse.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Excellent poem- captures it all so well!
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Thanks Kim!
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I hope you actually are enjoying a beach break in Mexico. Fly home. We had some Canadian friends stopover on their drive home from Mexico. They got a flat tire while here. It’s just no good at all.
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Had a great break in Marina Vallarta. And yes, I flew home!
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You’ve nailed it. The last three lines are powerful and descriptive….it’s a frightening time. And then when I think we’ll have this chaos for four years? The amount of damage done in just this past month plus is horrible. “America first” – nope, it’s “America alone” in terms of what you’ve written in that last stanza.
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very interesting
much♡love
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I’m not surprised that no one wants to talk politics, Jim, but glad that ‘they’re selling t shirts saying Canada and Mexico are not for sale’. You’re right about everything seeming threatened. Even over here in the UK, Musk and Vance are meddling in our lives. The final stanza sums it all up very well.
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No I can understand nobody wants to talk politics… but hostility is understandable… and yes, we are getting ready to be attacked.
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