There was a woman in love with fog
and the harbor knew her name.
Su of the basket heart,
Su of the darning needle nights.
Su out of breath, or holding it, just the same.
When you're a woman at odds with time,
every second slows the heartbeat.
Woman of the breakwater bones.
Woman in the crowd, alone.
Woman who folds her heart, folds the dough, folds the sheet.
There was a woman in love with fog
and the harbor knew her name.
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for The Sunday Muse #198.
Part of the following song says (In Spanish):
Because after this life
There is no other opportunity
How much love arrives like this, it arrives like this