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A quarterly international literary journal

North Coast Vista

Sans Souci, Trinidad


/ Poetry /

Terrible as she is turquoise, the sea

chops, roars, wakes shock

of forest-clothed hills,

sparkles in all-night flirtation

with the beach she deigns to expose

at low tide. Southern reaches

of Sea bellow over papaya leaf

rustle and bananaquit bird

gossip. The water’s rolled over

herself for millennia, dramatic,

self-inflictions carving violence-

shaped outcroppings. Rocks loom

large and replicate the island. Their trees

became full-grown Trinidadians:

precariousness taken in stride.

Roots dripping into seaswirl.

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