Vicuña Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Vicuña
Vicuña
He sits there with friends
His face says "doubtlessly Mestizo"
He looks like Andean Vicuña
(Those near Oruro)
Hunted alive for a great festival
(Treated as sacred)
His ears are pierced
Colorful, red, yellow
And we talk
Jen and I
I tell her:
"How easy it is to travel."
"Travel is easy? " she questions.
I smile to divert attentions
Then explain what goes on
"In Andes..."
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