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Under the Dreadlocked Trees
His hair is alive, serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics, as if he wore the demons of colonialism and injustice on his head, unforgetting, a dung-brown-and-black hologram of the ganja-fueled reveries inside, the broken record of fight and redemption in his ears masked by an ancient face, all taut leather, placid with a sheen of absorbed light. Bloodshot eyes, not insomniac, but from the weight of things that, once seen, cannot be unseen, scleras color-coding history, the blood of dead slaves on white. Yet the heat-chilled island calls a daily truce. In the shade of the commodious palm tree, the bleach of sun cordoned by a shower of shadows, even the gluttony of Babylon and the promise of Zion can share a siesta. Looking out to the silvering sea beyond the beach, exchanging a patois-scented greeting with two passing brethren whose hair hang like roots, he puts fire to a fat, white-jacketed spliff, herb smoke curling up, rising, rising, a slow exodus up into the dusty fronds above, hung with the fruits of a tender mantra as, ever, the spirit of Marley sings.
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