The morning air is cool and soft. A cornflower blue sky arcs overhead with no sign of where it begins or ends.
Black plastic billows in the breeze,
a hungry ghost ravelling string fingers around
mangrove twigs and tendrils that reach, beseechingly, across the water.
Three times we tap and I repeat her statements as she adjusts them slightly each time. Then I close my eyes and take two deep breaths, noticing what I’m feeling in my body as I exhale.
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