Still Nicaraguan Night.

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 Managua, Nicaragua 1987.


The moon is round and cool and bright

streaming down across the sky 

breathing soft 

tonight


Still Nicaraguan night

“FSLM” in rude bold strokes 

red and black

fading on a concrete wall

 

“No Pasaran”



Still Nicaraguan night

safe

apprehensive

still full of hope


struggling through its triumph.



The hard dry grass pricks my back

The rum is velvet sweet and strong. 


The dog barks. 

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