
Poem: Encante
By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi

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.