It’s all around
The way the salt licks the air
The pelicans crest the wave
The limbs of the guanacaste tree arc against the ocean blue horizon
Birds of paradise calls rising as high as the feather tuffs on their heads
Howler monkeys waking up the night and shaking the forest
Starfish tossed in the tides
Hundreds of hermit crabs hurry through pinched sand
Agave line the black lava coast that drapes and scrapes into the sky
Book pages flip in the wind
Hair curls endlessly like a spiraling shell
Hands slip through and trace the cervical curves
Emerald green like a turtles back
Under the glossy surface
Reflecting the starbursts of warmth
Penetrated by the landscape
The sun burned red
And flooded the sky
I tilt my head back and inhale in the Costa Rican stars
As a delicate white flower opens from the rib of a cactus
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