Los colores de Sayulita--
the oranges of oranges, purples of plums,
yellows of piñas,
the azul of the sea--
the vibrance pulls you in,
as you float through streets
that both buzz and
bliss.
The warm smile of a sun-kissed stranger
greets the warm waves
of sun-kissed waters.
They carry you, as if walking
in a dream.
Even the dogs are free,
happy
and bellies full.
Because in Sayulita,
the love--el amor--
doesn't set with the sun.
xx
Lika
