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.
 

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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...

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