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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

  Island Romance 


Any river, any
of many rivers
could be the river
that she drinks from.

Down by the riverside,
down by the placid,
slow-running river
flower petals fall
upon the startled water
and drift slowly to sea
like many-colored skiffs.

Any river, any
of many rivers
could be the river
that she drinks from.

Ah, big white bird,
big-winged white birds
climb up and into
the cloud-drift, blue sky
and the coco-palms sway
their dark, heavy dreadlocks.
As the coco-palms sway

any river, any
of many rivers
could be the river
that she drinks from.

I will find the sandbar
where you fill your clay jug.
I will leave you a mango
and a tart, passion fruit.
I will split a coconut
and place them inside
by a red plantain at water's edge.

Any river, any
of many rivers
could be the river
that she drinks from.



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