Anonymous, ’24. Poetry.
A lonesome palm tree
with caramel leaves
a sky descends from blue to white
not a cloud in sight.
Prickly pears, Golden barrels, and San Pedros emerge from amber sand.
The sand sees the sea slice the sky in half
Close your eyes
Crashing waves let out a constant hum
Flapping wings follow the caws of a flock of gulls
Wet feet slap softly
on hard dry concrete
Far away murmurs
talk about you behind your back
Cover your ears
Sulphurous, salty, and somewhat nauseating
shells and skin
from sea turtles
Suffocating
On saran wrap and
Synthetic bags
Constrict your nose
The tropical sun
leaves sizzling patches of skin
everywhere— even your toes
You wish you had packed more clothes
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