Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Twilight."
(dedicato. Rosa Arquetta)
....It's TWILIGHT, the evening, the Sun is banking back of jungle-beyond. The Rug-rats (Cats) are-a stirring, a feasting "Happy Hour", fed twice a day. The Tropic BUGS quit their cannibalism, Jungle birdsong back in their Dressing Rooms, no doubt rearranging their feathers/Max Factor lipstick-whoosits for tomorrow's swoon/dawn chorus.
The Swimming Pool STILLS, the breeze on auto-play, the highway-roar-sound-road-kill TRAFFIC conspiringly silent, nobody is calling, a Witching Hour. No Bongo DRUMS thumping on from way down in Corozal Town, no Reggae pulse to ease a tropic night? It's TWILIGHT, maybe your Night when U feel the World's alright. A TWILIGHT, maybe YOUR Night, somehow, sometimes, Mommy-Nature gives us that right.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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