Framed By fallen walls, vista of Yucatan's flatland. Hand-made Tortillas, grilled meat, salsa, Fresh cilantro, lime. Four bucks, four hours. Follow cilantro Scent to market. Buy handful Of dried serranos.
Fresh pine needles Thickly carpet floor.
In sing-song phrase, faces lit By votive candles. Then some more. Pause in litany to swig A redemptive Coke. Some prefer Pepsi, Others Mirinda. The rich Even go for beer.