Second Home
One foot out the airplane, far from our home
humid air surrounds me and my damp hair
my grandparents at their sweet house play host
dragging my luggage up the wooden stairs
Lookin’ out of bays, I know I’d see levies
rolling likes tsunamis except they’re green
in the city it’s sketchy with alleys
skip that and find charm in parts unforeseen
Smell of spices lure me into cafes
unable to resist the seafood here
so the waiters bring out tray, after tray
after this meal, good thing my aunt lives near
I wish I could stay here longer, no can
Will wait until the next time and pre-plan