San Antonio


On a lovely, lively
April afternoon,
I strolled down
the River Walk;
over the bridges,
along the curves;
where I enjoyed a
ride on a boat tour,
as the aroma of
plush plants breezed
through my nostrils;
and I enjoyed to
eat at a restaurant,
as spices and salsa
danced and tingled
on my taste buds.
Here, I observed
all kinds of art,
all kinds of people.
Tables for eating
lined the edge of the
avocado-green water.
Umbrellas for shade
stood beside the river,
painted like the dark
colors of a piñata–
pumpkin oranges,
deep-sea blues,
emerald greens,
crimson reds,
golden yellows.
I found creativity
and character in the
city of San Antonio–
the River City.

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