Huacaina

The cooing of the birds are seemingly misplaced behind fortress walls of sand,
piled high above the sparse trees.
Guitar and shaker add substance to their playful calls,
each adding their part to the duet.
The shriek of a single stroke propeller engine silences the birds,
as they watch it pass by in the perfect blue sky above.
A brave teenager dive-bombs into the aquamarine pool,
the waves sending a candy wrapper scuttling along the surface,
masquerading as a rainbow fish searching for air.
The brick wall and brightly coloured plaster contrast perfectly against the muted tan of the sand.
A single woman lazes in a chaise longue,
skin just a little too wrinkled and lumpy for her age,
sunglasses just a little too large for her face.
A brightly coloured bikini covers her in just the right spots.
But the frown in her brow and shamefully thick textbook resting between her thighs sways away the lecherous old men bent over empty drinks in the shade of the palm trees of the bar nearby.
She sits up suddenly,
textbook falling between her legs onto the hot white vinyl.
She walks towards the unearthly blue pool,
and stands at the edge of it.
A dip of a toe into it sends a shiver crawling across her skin, pulling it taut.
She flings her sunglasses back to her textbook,
revealing a single wet tear on her cheek before she jumps in,
her tear joining the many others drowned in the oasis.