Waiting I

The weight of my pack digs into my shoulders

As I struggle to take a hovering piss

The clock ticks steady and slowly

The sun rises to awaken Puno

My only possessions in my lap

I slouch against my backpack

And fight to stay awake

I savor the rationed package of galletas

And drink my warm lucuma flavored yogur

which gives me horrendous gas

With 1000 pounds  of journey on my back

And a week of sweat in my clothes

I get on the next bus

Anxious to rest, at last


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