The pilot’s voice announced our arrivalThrough the window, we peered anxiously for glimpse of herFrom behind the hazy cloud she emergedRusty zinc and red roof sprinkled across the landscapeDespite her scars, she’s still beautifully madeMotor cyclists like bubble bees swarm the streetsHustlers and peddlers are calling for my attentionHope appears to be distantYet you always embrace me unconditionallyYou...