Panama, August 2004
Senor Pablo dances
with his broom by the sea
casting off the remnants
of the weekend guests
at Sister Moon
Always new,
occasionally familiar
their stories and laughter
briefly carom off
the wood and stucco,
fueled by corvina and Atlas
then fading to the silent place
of memory
untangled
untethered
back from whence they came
leaving the innkeeper
and his sweep
He does not see it thus
to him, the movement of the bristles
in his hands
and the sway to silent music,
this is the mortar
between the bricks
which are conversations
anticipated and unexpected
that build each day
into his castle
by the sea
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