Trees with roots of patterns bent
and broken
The sea a gentle wash of white foam
and salted green
Walking home I sidestep plastic
Dancing past the fields of broken
bottles mixed among the sand
Water to sand
To roads
To home
Pulling my hand through velvet
blooms hanging past paint chipped walls and iron gates
Smiles tattooed blue mingling with
soft skin and calloused hands
Hands on metal
On wood
On skin
Tight and flowing cloth twisting
over curves, legs, and braids
Colorful minds portrayed with
subtle graffiti and psychedelic fabrics
Pop music mixed with the bleating
of goats
Music to yelling
To clapping
To dancing
Long bright sheets hanging in open
doorways
Shadows leaping from wall to wall
in time to the thin curtains fluttering with the breeze
Tiny bodies tightly wrapped around
strong feminine backs
Tiny feet
Coffee cheeks
Curly hair
Knees knocking together around a
bowl of spiced rice and fried fish
Hands bump hands amongst ringing
laughs and lovely words
A hundred differences next to a
world of similarities
World to country
To town
To home
