Jason Zachary Guest
‘Gloria a Díos!’ souls proclaim
Where an earthly pothole of tangled hands
Pull labors ripe of birth and flavor.
Adoration emanates from pains –
Yet while harvesting broken-backed beans,
A breeze lifts and drifts for their savor.
Dear Lago de Coatepeque,
Grand disc of azul; garnished catchment;
Sleeping caldron of the divine Savior:
Why offer bounty and vista,
When from crop to barista,
One covey shall never greet the other?
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