a single finger dragged against the steel molded fence
of a complacently guarded multi-story condo complex on the way to playa hermosa,
fingers of peace flashed
with a passing motorcyclist, pura vida!
the birds maintain a constant awareness of all that is around.
and let their unending sound echo against
the plodding sound of feet on pavement
and the four-wheelers portaging jet-skis from sea to night-storage
passing locals with the night ahead on their minds
and the gas-injected vibrations
teach monkeys to hang on power lines
with the knowledge that time is normally safe when suspended
and that the to-and-fro of tourists
and the crashing waves of the beach
are normal and to be expected.