Oh you, of ancient
volcano, of old black & hardened rock,
Here long before mankind
& his calloused hand-built dock,
Then, when no mortar
stood & no doors upon which to knock,
Now in rainbow neon,
to where all tourists go to roast & flock.
Standing now still
& quiet, I watch old lava, spume & salty crash,
Huge waves arising
& cascading, in big brash & loud banging bash,
Windy, whippy wonders,
of salty saline splish, splosh & icy splash,
Neon lights in Puerto
Del La Cruz beckon now & history over in a flash.
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