Quito

A trace of sweetness lingers

at the crossing of our ways.

Poinciana, palm and Maga

on the hill above Cayey.

Pretty melodies that charmed me

danced in your eyes that day;

warmth of your smile that changed me,

and then you went away.

I many times remember.

Your goodness still remains.

My song cannot forget you,

your face - a sweet refrain.

You've never failed to visit me,

when beckoned by my memory.

Now, you've said "no" to destiny,

Returning here to comfort me,

You made my heart your home!

More poetry by Les Blough

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