Always
like the futile march of crab-armies
from mangrove fortress to the beach
Always
like the palm-fringe waiting
to be breached
Already I know, the moment you land I
become islanded
In the shadows of the rain forest
I wait in submission
Amidst the trembling of the leaves
I practise hesitant discourse
Always
my impenetrable heart.
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