Over fitting curves to Noise. There's a drought in Puerto Rico and Los Angeles.
Water from the Rio La Plata is low and wow is Sierra in her young days, with full snowy capped *****.
How the drooling Mangos all crowd her on a Carnival Cruise -- a blinding which Sun?
Somewhere even in the noise of Umma crying, even along a low river gurgle, a yowling true love Signal is found. Maybe.
Probabilistically.
A friend is in Puerto Rico. I have daily poems from you and The Sun in Bemidji, Minnesota by Sean Hill @Poets dot org The Strangers by Patrick Hicks @writersalmanac dot org