Oaxaca City

Deep burgundy reds
On sunny yellows,
Turquoise
And every shade of blue.
And orange, there is always orange.
Colours that never make sense together
Here
Stand like kings.

New skies bring life to worn walls.
Sidewalks
Broken from holding up the city
And mountains build the castle
Surrounding the forgotten empire,
An empire illustrated perfectly by sunlight.

And though the heat
Is old
And thick,
The people step light
And laugh young.
And me,
Feeling a little closer to home,
A little further from the beginning.