Cozumel Mexico

On the rocks by the beach side, worries leaving with the low tide

had a soggy map in her hand

Middle aged and a straw hat, he was soaking sun, slapping sand gnats

watching waves dancing in the sand

Broken heart seeking meditation, desperate need for a vacation in Cozumel, Mexico

Little bar by the roadside, blonde hair, meth and blue eyes, swaying to a mariachi band

That's where they met that old man, he would show them both the lay of the land two lonely souls, one red moped

They followed him, no hesitation

On this unplanned exploration of Cozumel, Mexico