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Individual Voices / Natural Forms

Winter, 2006

Louise Nayer

In the Islands

You sit among bougainvillea
painting pictures of the sea
that my children rattle
in their magic rooms. 

For forty years
you have lived and died
in the sun and its shadows. 

Every life is a miracle:
yours is a street of sand
that enters the sea. 

Even in the black waters
there is the luminescence
of one who has been saved. 

A small sea horse
floats into midnight.

----For my sister, Anne, pregnant