Montego Bay: a City's Biopsy
Golden like honey slowly the sunlight drips
On the sweet horizon of a sea tongue licking
Evening's rouge splattered and fragranted lips.
And like restless crab claws on stone clicking
I hear time in the blue silence of sea and sky:
She goes fresh in her frivolous hedonic fantasy
Away with days undone deeds, and drudged tasks
Yet in lavished evening the lovely island basks.
Day comes to her stoic end, but the island sees
Not, nor hears how strangely the noisy city changes
Into a dress of silence. Like leaves on their trees
That greener into summer pass, the stillness ranges
From sky to soul unsensed. I pity the fly that swims
Or crawls the sugared rim, while days light slowly dims
The city is not the same in its heart, its innocense
Is merely a smokescreen for the slick savage's prtense.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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