by Dionne Brand
Havana, Yasmine arrived one early evening,
the stem of an orange dress,
a duffle bag, limp, with no possessions
the sea assaulted the city walls,
the air,
the birds assaulted the sea
she's not coastal,
more used to the interiors of northern cities,
not even their ancillary, tranquil green-black lakes
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Dionne Brand
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