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Samba
a solo drum
the soft breeze drifting
light reflects from capirihina glasses
vocals awaken
waves waving goodbye for the night
sand resting in it's place
two blocks away
ganzas begin to shake
voices whisper
footsteps tap
goodnight sun
Hello Rio.
Saturday 26th April 2025 1:06 pm
Ginger
before I raised my hands
but not in applause,
she was a live-wire,
pulled like an angel jitterbugging
towards the light of stars in a
wild nocturnal samba or
waltzing past the jaws of bats in
ball-gown of brown and ginger,
this after
bearing a plane-full of young, then
jiving like a flying tiger,
break-dancing on honeysuckle nectar
that ballerina's heart be...
Monday 24th August 2020 10:36 am
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