Bus Life

Tumbacco buses are worn and run on coins. 

Often, suspended chachkies sway to and fro in the midst of creative driving.

Out the window, valleys are made huge by swarms of mint.

The mountains, unimaginable.

Foregrounded by prehistoric aloe plants and orange flowers, 

chaotic layers of telephone wires and brick-a-brack cobblestone.

Harmonies found in Ecuadorian music are small and twist downwards.

There's something to be said about being the alien, American presence whose Spanish abilities present him as someone who is dumb as rocks. 

Luckily of all, Ecuador carries the conversation.

May 23rd, 2023