Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Croatia - near Pula.

Next to Sungoddess,
Breaths echo the wind on the fluttering tent
The guitar propped up by the VW Caravanette
Sings a melancholy song
The wind is its player, we - its audience
The Croatian sea laps my ankles and
The islands sleep
Pulses of car headlights flit across the space
Where water and land are divided, a separate Balkan race
As the caravan prepares for a rainbow of festivities