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Friday, January 31, 2014

Postcard From Brazil

Bruce Louis Dodson

Evening in Buzios
Warm sea breeze comes ashore
Caressing . . . sultry breath of oceans
 Fishing boats rock gently
Flashlights blinking 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 siren’s playfulness . . . evocative
The promise of adventure
Whispered in the sound of crashing waves:
           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.

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