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.
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