'St. Lucia Landing' (excerpt)

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St. Lucia Landing (excerpt 6)

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Toy bougainvillea,

a hint of the magenta cascades

across the lane and back in

Dana Point, my old haunt

west of Capistrano, hardly the same

two-seahorse town 20 years on

in full-build gallop—

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Anchored boat

wobs just so,

a port, a pier,

a raft in the middle,

going nowhere, holding on,

its white-arrow bow

aimed to go when

twin swimmers haul

their sopping selves aboard


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The English and

French and

spice-route

gumbo lingo

makes a talk I can’t get—

it’s a classical music,

and I can’t i.d.

composer, tune,

or recording number

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The hermit crab

or fiddler, one claw busy,

works its way uphill,

emerging from a ground hole

or tree base, the slightest move,

then gone—


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Curved clay tiles,

color of plant pots

and pipes, the same

terra cotta roofing

in hot Mexicali,

mission style, pieces

of tomato-dyed pasta,

hard shells formed on

the shins of early builders

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