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I sink fingers to earth The trade-wind hours Slanted sun Carry ancient voices I feel the village Eyes rising pair by pair A salt-brine breath The Spaniards arrive On my cliff Acorn grinding stops From this side of centuries My heart is touched I understand Shock Wonder Fear All has changed Yet nothing changes My lungs expand Fog and sun kiss my skin I return 2008 |
