Besieging me with her exquisiteness was the sea.Palm trees rustle, rejoicing in a seamless tune.Anegada sends echoes from an aging graveyardof polished conch shells gleaming rosy pink.Caribbean an indigo blue, crafting elusive ripplesin unison as gliding pink flamingos shriek gently. Please read the rest of my poem [here]. I am delighted that my poem, “The…