Thursday, February 11, 2021

this winter morning (when it is -9 C)

 

the house is a tinder-

box of memories


windows overlook small garden

of papaya trees & bougainvilleas

so pink as delicate buds


our room of mint green curtains

is now empty of furnitures


a place of light & laughter

a world sieved in tropical colors


i smell sugar coated 

yams, rice-wrapped delicacies, 

unmistakable coconut palm breeze


wafting air

of celebratory spirit,

despite the tinge of sadness


our luggages all packed up

with boxes filled with 15 summer beach joys

& windswept photo albums

& sun dried clothes

& sugar cane fields


i take with me

this snapshot of my life -

& leave


the car 

& house keys

my purse bursting of anxious

gratefulness for tomorrow



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