i roll my neck
thinking of the end
watching her swift pace
making her bottom march
in a tumbling raucous way
*
he inches forward past me
his carves taut
sweat beads line his breathless
"good afternoon"
**
green parrots and fuzzy brown squirrels
white snake inching along someone's fence
a dog, a pet, a threat
i cross the road
***
the poui have gone
dead trees remain
the scandalous pink haze of some new flower
at the exodus point
****
breathe, puff, puff, pant
not too loud
people will thinking you dying
when u just a beginner
*****
have twenty more minutes of this
i'll run down this time
taste the air
cool, flowery with stewed beans
******
Port of Spain lifts her skirt
the savannah is awash with green
her garter of cars running round
the blush of her honey golden thighs
in the hills beyond
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