Post #79

Tropic of Concert / The Caribbean night attacks with sound from every quarter – from the patter of the rain, to the cicadas’ whistling altos (you would think they’d take a cheque, the weather being…) to the backbeat of the sea’s insisting check-ins, wave upon wave, a pause, another wave. I’m waiting. Might the next one break this night’s reluctance to tuck in? @verse by MR