Kayaking along the Rio Montenegro
I saw purple flowers that
climbed walls like ants
and small beaches that
speckled the river's banks
like upturned fish.
The mountains on either
side wore a heavy coat of
green, and small cities
glittered on the mountains'
shoulders like sunlit broaches.
The sun was hot and scraped
its teeth against our skin.
The water was cold and
swept by quickly like a
midsummer Portuguese night.
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