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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3923 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Vallarta Beach Vendor Gary Blankenship held up blankets – red, purple, gold with silver threads the color of butterflies and Sierra Madre parrots The shade of a blanket on my grandmother’s floor battlefield for rubber soldiers and Indians with bent arrows “happy hour prices, almost free hurricane sale” She tugged at her bikini bottom embarrassed to be argue the 10 peso difference between her price and his for blankets the color of butterflies and Vallarta turtles The shade of a blanket covering the worn leather of a 49 Chevy coupe rust blue with graduation tassels dancing from the mirror “insultente! you take the milk from the mouth of my bebe’s” * The man with a frog tattoo on his knee toyed with the knot on her bikini top. If the tattoo was a bear, ox, mariposa, would he? * “hurricane prices though there’s never a hurricane in Vallarta.” The tattoo on his hand winks into the wind as frigate birds wait for baby turtles to put to sea Butterflies the color of mango marguerites and grilled shrimp ride the air down river valleys The shade of a blanket hung in the doorway of a hut besides a stream flowing into Bahia de Banderas |
