Image Junkyard #3 (Week Three)

A snapshot of Haiti. It's beautiful here at the top of Spoleto. Over the guardrail on Monte Luca I see everything and no one--find Browning's campagna in a foreign cloud's remorse. But the picture of Jacmel that I couldn't save but only savor for a few seconds makes me tired of the history here, sick for the staying of sweat, even in a cold shower. A moment I'm brought back to you. You with trembling hands and happy. The top of campus with it's chest broad for mountains and villages. You'll wait (for me) in December again, I know.