Crescendo - by
The surf choruses salted ritual,
/ the crescendo of milky waves turn on each other
/ and then the shore rolls up and out…
Virgin Islands
Woman Selling Fruit - by
Her wares
/ adorn the front
/ of a mustard-yellow building
/ She scolds her grandson
/ and arranges mangos, bananas, ginger root
/ and grapes
/ in glorious disorder
/ She is tiny,
/ well-shaped,
/ piquant
/ as…