Member Poem

What a curtain Bisbee has
  That keeps Mexico subdued
And influences the lands
  From which the Sierra was hewn.

What purple folds keep Oaxaca
  As a fortress in the sky
Breaking only in Panama
  To let a vessel dredge by.

No courier have I on hand
  Except the initial breezes that blow
So a whisper I channel into it:
  Give to Colombia my hello.