Mountain

There's one on which an airport was built;
but it closed for many years, having been

deemed too dangerous for both large 
and small aircraft: postage-stamp 

runway, sharp edge over which 
the sky dropped into the windless 

gorge. There are some who never dream 
of leaving the only world they know.

Not the honey buzzards, serpent eagles, 
mud-striped falcons; guaiaberos calling

bubutok-bubutok through distant groves,
remembering the smell of ripe guavas.