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Lamp Post

Midnight sunlight

Man made firefly in the trees

Yellow in shadows of nature

Flicking a Bic when the sky turns gray

Orange rose on black table cloth

Sun without sunburn

Beacon in the garden at dusk

The outside nightlight

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Kentucky Shadows (Photo by Bonnie Moore Delong)

From the window into the Kentucky forest, where the mid morning sun shines through the trees like white gold, and shadows vibrate against the shimmer, leaves sing in the gentle breeze, fawns make a path in the dew soaked ground, baby ducks quack in the nearby pond, tree trunks standing like the limbs of a giant cricket, trampling the underbrush. But somewhere in that underbrush, they is a spot you can lay, right under the leaves, where the sunrays can tickle your skin, making you warm, but only in spots where golden white touches your skin.

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Sunday Simmer day

Ahhhh Sunday, I think I will just float around this pond, blind the humans with my milk white feathers. Glide across this silver blue. Create ripples that twinkle in the early morning sun. Gracefully flap my wings causing pellets to sparkle orange in the sunlight. Eat your heart out humans, you only wish you can create beauty like me.

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From The Light Side Out

I am sitting in a rowboat on the ocean, so far our all that can be seen is rolling waves. Storm clouds covered the blue,except for one spot, directly above where I sit. The sun shines down on me and me only and I can see the world from orange to gray then black. Birds mere shadows in gold. rain like torrential firedrops. I find myself looking in from the light.

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Breakfast Time on the Island

Morning have broken, the skies are slowly turning from gray to tropical blue. The rooster was perched in the plumb tree crowing its head off. The yard dog stood under the tree barking at it. A gray white cloud lazily floated across the sky. Island boy stretched and yarned, ahhh yes, it was the beginning of summer holidays. A whole summer to go simmer down on the beach, go diving, wind surfing, sailing, and lets not forget the cook ups on the beach. Ahhh some fried fish, fish cakes, lobster, crab and calaloo. Man, all this day dreaming about food was making him hungry. He looked around the kitchen, what will he have for breakfast this morning. Ahhh yes, some saltfish souse sounds real good this morning, fry it down with some onions, garlic, tomatoes and yes a little pepper. And I do believe Mommy Charles had made some bakes last night, that will go real good with the saltfish souse. Oh and yes, I can make a hot cup of coacoa tea to drink with that.

grated-chocolate

Yes, this was a hearty breakfast for a busy island boy.

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Another Sunday Spot

Ahhhh, just to sit among the bushes and shrubbery, no ocean, no seagulls, no fishing boats. Just the scent of the volcanic soil, a black and white rabbit that stood at the trunk of a small tree watching you, suspicious of your motives. Butterflies perched lazily on leaves, their multicoloured wings fluttering as a gentle gust of wind swept through the trees.  Small birds whistled in the tree lines, a donkey brayed in the distance,  an army of ants marched across the fallen branch, the smell of sugar cane from the plantation just beyond the valley, the sky changes from morning gray to mid morning gold. Yes man, life is an endless summer on a tropical island.

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Good Marning Village

Ahhh Look at the village, look at how peaceful it is nah man. I could hear the birds and them singing like crazy, that melody sweet for so, just l like an old time calypso. Now the rooster join in with a powerful solo. I tell you what, this symphony sound better than Sunday marning church singing.  Oh wait, here comes the back rhythm section as the wind sweep through the bamboo in the back yard.  Oh yes, let me stand here and close me eyes for a second, yes, that is it, let that early marning breeze tickle me skin, ahhhh, nice and cool. Ok, that good, let me sit down here and look out at the hills and them, watch them turn from first light gray to tropical green. Yes man, the best way to start me weekend, right here looking out at the village.

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Come Sit

Ahhh yes, it is a great day to stay home from work. Come, sit with me, out in the sunshine, listen to the waves, smell the salt in the air. Close your eyes, feel the cool trade winds brush against your skin. Smell the aroma of wild flowers as the wind bounce of the hilltop and back out to sea.  Listen to the clinging of ice as thirsty tourists raises they glasses of guava juice, or is it pineapple juice. Hear the sound of the lone calypsonian strumming on his guitar somewhere on the beach. Listen to the roof of the stray hut whistle, watch the coconut tress sway, hear the sound of sails flapping in a gust of wind. Feel the coolness of Mango juice run down your throat. Yes, perfect day to brush of work, perfect day to just sit and let the sun soak in.

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Ahhhhhh Photo from Dominica, Nature Island of the Caribbean

Nothing better than a Sunday morning island sunrise.

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Neighbourooooooooo Market Day photo by May West

Gul wake up nah, we have to go catch the mini bus. we have to get there before dem people buy up all the juicy mango and dem yuh know. Gul hurry up, de bus coming.

See wah I tell yuh, de bus pack, pack, pack for so. Damn, I hate when dey cram people on de bus like dis yuh know.

Bunjay, look at all ah dem people. Come on gul, leh me go to me favorite seller, he does have de best fruit and vegetable.

Hey man, how yuh doing, hey wah yuh rolling yuh eyes far, me is one ah you best customers yuh know. Wahyuh mean you doh have time for me cause yuh busy. Yuh wan me to tek me business someway else man? Yeah, jus like I thought. Boi, wah kinda little, little mango id dat you have today eh? Wah you say, boi yuh better watch yuh mouth yuh know. Lady, lady, yuh stepping on me foot. Wah, who yuh stupesing (sucking teeth) at, duh mek me box yuh in you bloody mouth. All yuh tink yuh bad in dis market today, well all yuh meet yuh match. Clear de way leh me look at them peas, dey look good for so. Wah yuh say, hurry and buy something, boi duh hurry me up nah. I tell yuh, people rude for so today. Young lady, duh touch dat paw paw, I saw it first. Wah you want to fight me, girl I is old enough to be yuh mudda yuh know. I couild put yuh over me lap and give yuh good licks. Yes, yuh better put it dung. Oh lard, I better get out of dis market before policeman have to come get me. I can’t tek all this pushing and yelling and ting. Me basket done full already. Gul leh we go nah. Wah yuh not done yet. Gul yuh doh need no dame ocro, yuh children and dem nah go eat it anyway, leh we go.