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Four Friends Tour Costa Rica - May 5, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 5, 2024
  • 1 min read

this merry band of bantering

old sparrows winds through the jungle

spewing jokes  gossip wandering

 

up past the bromeliads

tucked into tree nooks

under a roof of shadows

 

suddenly a toucan appears

white-throated  black tuxed

with a huge orange claw for a beak

that lances the green darkness

 

the colors shush them

until someone jokes

I have a shirt just like that

but no one laughs

 

everything so vivid and alive

they only take pictures with their eyes

with cameras limp in hand

trying not to scratch the silence

 

till it flies off and they’re back

on the trail  heads down

not a breeze coming

from any mouth

 

roped together

in silent wonder

 
 
 

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