tourists vs. travelers

tourists with crooked umbrellas and
vexed mountains in the tote bags enjoy
songs of crumbling walls in the
shades of pinched stars
stray dogs watch trippy
public domain movies each one a travesty
of an animal but the amusement of the
watermelon goddess grows with centuries
until it’s too heavy to tolerate anymore
if only i could write like a housefly
about sophists and lemons of distant lands if only
i could smell the soil featherless birds tread on