41 Poemitos and Quito

41.

Riding in a bus toward Quito in Ecuador I write this poemito:

A blue Indian sat next to me,
Wooly cloak from neck to knee,
In brown hands a bag of mystery—
His black eyes, what could they see
When they met mine
What could they see?

Well, the man WAS dressed in blue and I like to imagine that there was something more interesting than a few bananas for lunch in that bag!

Quito, Ecuador:

Walking through this lonely town
I was feeling kind of down,

But in a tiny café, sure,
I found myself the sovereign cure:

In a bowl of green and white
Some soup of chili made it right!

Now when I feel my spirits droop,
I have myself some chili soup—

Made with rabbit, cat or game,
Down here its chili all the same,

And eaten with a fresh-baked roll,
It makes my body hale and whole.

Let others see the doc for shots,
Just give me chili soup—and lots!

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