Southwesterly winds at night. Sputtering, distant.
The sound of rocks splitting. Heavy, weighing.
The rains haul the sands. Surfing, breaking.
She sits in the teahouse with his love. Nervous, constant.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Sunday, June 15, 2014

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