Night drinks salt water from a bucket, draws
a sleeve from the sea, spills hand across mouth.
Night hands back the bucket to the sailor.
Night, blue-shirted, wades arrythmically.
Night hurries off uphill.
The sky fires up as if to say what
Tongue swells against teeth as if to say what
The coastline cuts up thick and fortified
Giving the time of day, stranger,
willing this dawn rain down and utter you.
Vahni Capildeo (born 1973) Trinidad and Tobago
Source: BBC Radio Scotland
Wonderful find
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