Remarking on the beauty and kindness seen by tourists, often missed by those more familiar with the scene.
Don’t you see what I see?
You’re standing in honey.
When stuck in sludge that sweet,
Sometimes you lose your feet —
Hovering above the ground,
Detached from all around,
Deaf to nearby kindness,
Numb to the warm brightness,
Blind to the beauty of
the land you claim to love.
Inspired by comments found here.