walking the blue shadows
that call out your name between
soft light and verdant scent
music descends from the canopy
swimming through the heat
where the water’s edge tied
the last little canoe for today
there inside, the ripened mangas,
bananas, and rice weighs low
to settle yourself for the hours’
trek somewhere deep into the
green, and as Boto lures young
women, a Lua births a river


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