Newly Wed in the Dominican Republic

Newly Wed in the Dominican Republic

Newly Wed in the Dominican Republic 900 1600 Todd Dillard

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.

Header photograph © M. de la Rosa.

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