Acapulco

In a looking glass we can catch
A distorted vision of natives selling shiny objects
In exchange for survival.
They do not swarm and drive us into the sea.

Acapulco is rich in tourists and hope.
Young couples avoid endless procreation,
But wish rather to share in the prosperity.

Ten miles of sand, smooth, and fine,
Pristine in the first eastern light, but not deserted.
High rise hotels and condominiums
Hover like vultures at the beach edges,
Strain to devour the ocean view,
Vie for more of the preeminent panorama,

We dance and dine,
A week of epicurean delights should
Produce more guilt than I can bear,
But I seem to be managing.