Asked to climb high risers

Asked to climb high risers up to Zapotec’s pyramid plaza
I opt for resting by Jaguar’s stony paws

Asked to stand in line an hour or two to view
Oaxaca’s Noche de Rábanos
I settle for glimpses over crowds of heads

Asked to give pesos to a beauty with her infant
I give never enough

Asked to devour grasshoppers in spicy mole verde
I apologetically decline

Asked to sip spirits distilled from wild mountain agave
I do  then buy maestro mezcalera’s
for tomorrow

Age is an acquired discriminating power
but quirky