Seeing colors in the ocean
Gives new hope, vigor and movement
To my idle feet
After two weeks of
Chasing rain with
Bed of shells in a
Black basin as rain catchers
Home buddies cuddle with a book
Review a marathon of movies
When the sea of mist
Is the color of ash and smoke
Awakens the memory
Of the pirates of the Caribbean
And the Black Pearl
Then after a night’s down pour
The sky is a totally new sensation
Yellow flowers are bright bells
Coming out of the sleepy leaves of vine
When the mornings are
Devoted to papayas
A live breakfast
Of enzymes
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