Our man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.48: Dance of the Palms.
Why did U leave? Why did I? Kids on a train or caught in the rain, like lovers; and a high wind to Jamaica and the dance of the Palms?
Why did U leave? Why did I? No Hurricane, no Festa-boogloo that the Carribean is opt to do? Just me & U, a backdrop of Paradise that's perfection hunted WE down to our marrow's bone?
Who CARVES love? On a tree? In a Poem? A Song? An everlasting-meant to be?
Why did U go? Me, bloody well too! And now all aloft our reasoning, maybe in Jamaica to a symphony of swaying Palms that dance ever beckoning? A Mockingbird should LOOK so sublime!
c.2021, dave delacroix, our man in Belize.
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