As I dream of
Heat
Sun baked sands
Warm waters of aquamarine
Doobies the size of Cuban cigars
Banter
Rum
No chaser
I walk through streets that have seen
Subzero temperature
My veins are frozen ,
My hands are never warm ,
My ears sting from the numb
As I dream of
Junkanoo
Conch salad
Bahamianese – ringing in my ears
Bamboo Shack
Bad Telephone Connection
We invented Uber by the way –
Our buses might drop you to your door – if going home your way!
As I dream of
Shorts and bare legs
I see the rain droplets
Small and seemingly harmless;
Yet I’m soaked to bone
The air gets hard to breathe
Sharp in my nostrils
Albeit
Beautiful
Creative
Inspiring
To walk between towering figures,
Empty shells of expectation at pm
Confined spaces of ego and martyr alike come am
These are all art pierces
Made by the people of the cold
I don’t understand
it’s not for me to
I walk in Appreciation and Dreamy Euphoric Nostalgia
