Sunday, February 10, 2013

Tropical Fruit

The watermelon is ripe
when the agouti takes a bite.
The guava is nearly at its peak
when a jays jabs it with its beak.
The cashew fruit is ready
when the parrot has it in its belly.

We have yet to see
if it will be we
who are the pigs
that get the figs.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Too Much

 Too much to see, to feel,
to hear, to smell, to taste.
Overwhelmed, I close my eyes;
senses meld into new configurations.
Music joins the wind’s caress and the scent of the jungle night.
Sounds from the sea dissolve into the taste of wine on my tongue,
and my skin remembers the heat from the noonday sun.
In and out, 
my breaths turn my self in side out,
raw and exposed to the world. 
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Friday, February 8, 2013

The Belt in the Back of the Wardrobe

The belt in the back of the wardrobe
is blooming with galaxies and nebulae of green.
New worlds unsuspected,
still unseen by the Hubble telescope,
expand independently of intelligent life on earth. 

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Thursday, February 7, 2013

The Volunteer


Creamy whiteness hidden inside magenta skin, the volunteer sweet potato
joins purple, white, green, and orange, destined for roasting.  

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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Tracks in the Sand


Tracks in the Sand

Who made these small tracks with toes of three?
Not a bird, not a lizard, not a crab.
Not a cat, not a dog.
Not a rat, not a possum, not a person.
A shy agouti, the local “rabbit”,
comes out at dawn and comes out at dusk,
leaving only its tracks out at midday.

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Passion Fruit Passion


Orange-colored, seed-filled juice lurks inside the maroon-hued passion fruit.  Flamboyant color is matched by intense taste and tartness; a treat to the tongue and to the eye.

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Monday, February 4, 2013


Dear friends, old friends.
We talk of days bygone, days more recent, days to come.
Days we will remember; days that define our lives, define ourselves.
To be a friend is to be 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Hammock Time

The siren hammock calls to me,
with claims of rejuvenating afternoon rest.

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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Shell Ginger in the Rain

Shell ginger blossoms fall heavily from their protective sepals,
collecting raindrops as they dangle toward the ground below. 

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Friday, February 1, 2013

Small Whelk

Spiral gyres of decreasing size 
reduced to a skeleton by water and sand
tell of years gone past
in life and death of the small whelk.