Trench Town
I lay under the sun
all that is done
me watching dandelion
spring up from coarse earth
ginger beer is being poured
while hints of curry
arouses my senses
alarming sounds of splashes
camouflaged laughter
dangling about
thee shanty towns river banks
are lined with baskets
of raw coconuts and banana
husk a warm breeze
charmingly whispers my name
I answer nice to meet
you too mr. Kingston
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