Our Man in BELIZE, No.49: Heart-Moon-Cloud.
Dat Heart-Shaped KRIOL-BELIZE Moon, alight ya heart, don't ya know? Midnite with no Shades! Music without Notes! A BEACH dance. The palms dance their sway which leaves this poor boyo with nothing to say?
Dat Heart-shaped Kriol Gal; where did she go? Swept away on silver beaches, humming a Calypso? And I, under the swaying palms, look to the Zodiac heavens, look to the Caribbean sky?
Dat Heart shaped CLOUD, moon-silver, yet HOW or WHY did U not stay?...
c.davedelacroix, 2021, aug. our man in belize.
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