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Friday, November 11, 2011

Postcard from Buzios, Brazil


At night in Buzios
Warm sea breeze comes ashore
Caressing . . . sultry breath of oceans.
Fishing boats rock gently on the dark horizon
Flashlights blinking in the distance from on board
As crews make ready for the coming day.

They call the sea Yemanja here
She is alive
A personality with changing moods that beckon those on land
With playfulness
The promise of adventure
Rolls within the sound of crashing waves

        “D0 Do not forsake me
          There is no good reason for a man to leave the sea
          I’m everything you want
         Your greatest love
         Both life and death
         All things between.”

Her implorations spill from arms that want to hold
Cool wet shadow slipping through the sand
Returning to drowned lovers.