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Georgetown For evenings on the seawall drinking soup thickened with coconut milk, melting cassava, sweet potatoes and plantains; for your smile in the mornings, a wave from your platform as we pass, the trade wind in our faces; for parched peanuts jumping out fingers unto sand and breakers exploding on old brick groynes jutting into the Atlantic's belly and tempering tides as stars flick on; for conversations on galaxies, or monologues, what if we are from beyond beyond, aliens in this space and the ocean spray sprinkling spectacles and moistening lips; for a first kiss, or second riding around the bandstand, the dance of street lights in your eyes, I would return. I would dare all gun-wielding bandits to walk, linked fingers with your ghost on the sapodilla brown sand. from Love in a Time of Technology, TSAR Books, 2014