OCEAN’S MARCH (Excerpt VIII)
The high noon descended buzzing in swirls of fire
to engulf houses of fishermen with white flames
to burn the hearts that don’t resist
Outside the windows tranquil guitar playing of sea breeze
the sunlit face of blue sky
in white summer memory
with a purple band of shadow
slant on the velvety cheek
Golden breath of endless water
nets sunbathing on the rocks
boats filled with fruits and flowers
our homes written in the sea
here they are our homes
Libros Libertad 