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Lost in Rio

Jesus looks over
The lost souls and bones below
In the jungle sun
To witness such beauty
And such devastation
God painted with one brushstroke
Merry men sing
Holes in their shoes
The dark night lit up
By police sirens
And the crescent moon
Bats flail around
Like me, lost in the jungle
Eyes glaring all around
I hope they're monkeys
Or jaguars
I hope I can keep a piece of
This country with me
Safe in my pocket
It smells like tropical rain
And feels like
The clam shells
Washed up on the shore
It tastes like fried bananas
And heavily salted steak
Sounds like seabirds cawing
Samba on the streets
And looks like a page
From a storybook
About parrots and palm trees
Of finding a golden treasure
A magnificent, uneasy place
When she sun goes down
So do we
Leaving the night 
To the creepy crawlers
And innocent stray cats




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