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Paradise
In ocean hush a woman black as firewood is singing Next to her is a younger woman whose head rests on the singing woman's lap Ruined fingers troll the tea brown hair. All the colors of seashells-wheat. roses, pearl-fuse in the younger woman's face. Her emerald eves adore the black face framed in cerulean blue. Around them on the beach, sea trash gleams. Discarded bottle caps sparkle near a broken sandal. A small dead radio plavs the quiet surf
There is nothing to beat this solace which is what Piedade's song is about, although the words evoke memories neither one has ever had of reaching age in the company of the other; of speech shared and divided bread smoking from the fire, the unambivalent bliss of gong home to be at home-the ease of coming back to love begun.
When the ocean heaves sending rhythms of water ashore, Piedade looks to see what has come Another ship, perhaps, but different, heading to port, crew and passengers, lost and saved, atremble, for they have been disconsolate for some time. Now they will rest before shouldering the endless work they were created to do down here in Paradise
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