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 ,
the sing song of another country
that calls like a high flute
through the cracks in the world.