On a narrow track,

paved through the jungle

the greens are subtle, indescribable

and in amidst the green:

Hibiscus, Plumeria, Bougainvillea

The evening breeze rustles

the banana trees

It is easy to imagine spirits here

Just at the edge of the field.


Four boys race up the street laughing

competing to see who is swiftest

They ask about my dog

“Why does he have three legs?”

“A truck hit her,” I say

The smallest asks, “What did they do with her leg?”

I don’t know. I can only guess.

The men sit under the makeshift roof ,

watching, relaxed

their language

the sing song of another country

that calls like a high flute

through the cracks in the world.

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