15 in a chug
breaking away.
From Mariel shoreline
towards the USA.
A rusty tin vessel
held together by rope.
Propelled by oar & wind
and buoyed by hope.
Ironically high
cruises 8 in a plane.
Headed to Havana
while sipping champaign.
A luxurious tube;
leather and latrine.
Seeking vacation
a once forbidden scene.
These two adventures
intersect in Gulfstream.
All parties chasing
a lifelong dream.
Will all find a grail
to quench their thirst?
Or will the harsh truths
cause bubbles to burst?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem