Our Man in....in MEXICO. Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN Diaries. She dances in the Waves.

Our Man in...in MEXICO...Dave Delacroix. The CANCUN DIARIES. She dances in the Waves.

 She dances in the waves, lithe, Unobtrusive, sinewy as the emerald waves that catch her contour. She dances in the on-coming tide, apres-le-midi de une faun, Un-bleating. And the swirl and cluster of each wave bathes her beauty as TWO eagles, sky-circle in a baptism of rejoicing that covert the moment until beachward eyes project and denzil evil in voyeur cacophany. A cloud perhaps. A shadow. A prophesy. She dances in the surf, that Nyrid of innocence. Tomorrow,-s sordid BITCOIN splashing gayfully in the On-coming tide. As she dances in the waves. She dances in the waves. She dances...in the waves. And all my cares, like a South Sea bubble just sail away UN-like the greed that festers or rots in tide-less Souls!

c.2020, davedelacroix, Calle Xhallana, Cancun-Mexico. At Punte-Cancun, public beach.