Far away
with nothing
but time
I watch
the tourists
drink their wine
The flow of life
begins to focus
as I sit and stare
at bad tattoos
from everywhere
A pretty girl
An ugly man
talk together
near the sand
I wonder what is within
their minds
as they sip some life
off the vine
Random selfies
with plastered smiled
are like lemmings
in the final hour
But mostly I think
at the marvel of life
the riches we see
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