Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "BELIZE after Ten p.m."
...After TEN p.m./supposed to be quiet. Community rules. Kids asleep. That swimming pool mild. Palm trees ain't swaying. Local rowdies all a-bed. It might end up raining; the Cats quit their purring. Belize school kids' slumber/minds a-wondering whether the taught THREE "R's" (writing, reading, arithmetic) ever gonna make 'em RICH or at least a Hollywood star...
After TEN, a motorcycle BARK, a Bartender checking out over on some street off the canal where neighbor's dogs fitfully sleep. And the birds in the tall pines, having previously, NOSILY-organized their tree- branch seating arrangements, semi slumber less an Iguana selects them for "petite desjunnez". (Fast food!) And all good maidens, good gentlemen too decide... tomorrow cannot come too soon.
c.2026. dave delacroix.
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