A Day In the Heat

Here in the tropics, fans provide a built-in breeze, their wind so gentle, laps one’s knees, and butterflies, gentian blue, fly to sip the morning’s dew Palm fronds large, and bamboo plants, fight to scoop unwary ants; and deep below the surface soil millipedes in moisture coil Farmers small with tanned, taught-skin, fight to curb their cows’s chagrin, bouncing udders, mud-caked hooves, moos that sound the fight begin! A laughing sun it rains hard down, heat to bake the foreigners’ frown, while locals hide beneath the shade, dogs yet not eaten, pant in glade Traders ask you,” where you from?” repeated mantra lingers on, and if you think they are your friend, you'll warm their hearts, when you spend But’s not for me to predicate, that sumptious missal’s far too late; I rest and dream in fan’s cool breeze, while lover’s hand, I gently squeeze.