Paradise
Here the jealous sun
stings
the eye that turns
west to Marquesas.
Don't gaze west.
And the sway of the sea
moving out of The Gulf
seduces those with memory--
those who hear
love's movement in all things
rhythmic.
Cover your ears.
Watch too for the bird
frigatidae,
black kites hovering--
they are thieves
offering a gullet of rubies,
a belly of pearl to the
unsuspecting.
They long ago gave up on paradise.
Copyright © Evelyn Augusto | Year Posted 2018
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