Lemon Afternoon
The incendiary wick
of a lemon afternoon
flickers in the lime lagoon
as sunset breathes fire,
tangerine scorching
lilting melon waters
until incandescence
drowns in dusk's indigo
and coconut hills rise
to cerulean shadows,
when night whispers
in plantain lanterns
swaying in the slender trees.
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