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The teacher and her pupil sat by the river
holding hands and trading adjectives of
admiration. Luna looked down upon the playful
couple and blessed their union. They were pioneers
on the frontier of a New World, like Balboa,
first to see the ocean and imagine humanity.
As the poet bloomed so did his passion
but she came in colours like paint on the stone
of his heart, he was stricken by a stolen valor
and the river churned on; it spoke to them in
drum-tongue. Hyacinths filled the air, her lungs
heaved on the perfume, more accustomed to roses.
Listen well, Bok Hane, her words are wise
and there is no turning back from this journey.
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016
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