This poem from my friend is so lovely. Please read

[Bouvre]

https://barrenmagazine.com/newly-wed-in-the-dominican-republic/

 

We wandered the beach before dawn,
the tide thieving the white beneath our feet.

At the edge of the resort property
a man with a rifle emerged from the jungle,

gestured roughly, ordered us away.
I remember horses gray as dishwater

charging into the ocean; the moon
bright as a car fire, its doors swinging open.

I remember a man’s song rising
out of a window, large as a marlin

muscling through air. Hunger
hadn’t come to us yet, but its wings

fluttered in the branches overhead.
I remember we had nothing

to do and everywhere to go,
except back–we couldn’t–

every step had become a door;
every breath a turning key.