Island Winter
By MaggieL
Island Winter Soldiers gather in the marketplace lingering ghosts maimed and broken They watch the silky girls shimmer in the dust Dozing mothers tell tales to brown children as they dash thru the vegetable carts Bright splashes of lime and apricot Venders hold canary fruit with sun-ripened hands Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 06:10 PM PST 0 • 10
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