Acrost a narrow sea
In a Bazaar of salts and soaps
I see only purple, smell only lavender
In a world of scents and colors,

Through countless city streets
Strange and foreign from my own
I see architectural wonders
Every building, seems sketched by you

50 feet from where I sleep
5000 miles from home
As I shop for you In this Papeleria,
The speakers play our songs.

In a botanical garden
Far different from our preserve
I try to draw a flower,  because
I saw one, pinkish-orange

It's hard to be in cities
It's hard to be outside
Not because of memories
Or because reminders hurt

But when you make the world
An inspiration, everywhere I go,
A million poems lodge inside me
Thousands more than you could know

I wish all my thoughts
Could break free and kiss the page
But I’m limited