c. FEWalls
The breeze from the ocean
touches the curtain,
pulling and pushing.
The woman lies on her side
in the bed by the open window;
the muggy air breathes in and out.
In her fortress, she waits for her lover
and his sure hand
on the curve of her body.
She will roll over soon
reach for the blue rose,
loosen her dark hair.
Somewhere in Santiago de Cuba
a man puts out his cigarette,
closes a door and
drives toward the woman
as the gulls
fly up before him.
FEWalls
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