Poem: Encante

By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi


Photo by ivana moratto on Unsplash

Peering below
At red beads
Padding the shores

Earlier I felt the tender head
Curious about my boat
Young scales and simple teeth

Dusk brings the layered concerts
Of deep chambers, coconut throats.

Sachamama grabs and rewinds the air

Our fingers rub against the mesh

The orchestra
Conversing botos and cherubs
Ripples through disturbed mud
Pinkened then that red charm.


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