perhaps it was
the screeching
monkeys 3am jungle
swinging trees
or the humid cool
as the rains came
evening’s treat
the roar of the beach
bonfire in sand
soft under foot
women chanting
circling the fire
brought all together
made this time
furtively momentous.
maysa-maria peterson
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