Paper flutters on the balcony. Waves, peeps.
Light morning breeze comes. Teases, then leaves.
Her ink blots and smears. Sighs, then heaves.
He empties her brush again. Blanks, sleeps.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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