Blue Room

In a blue room
My thoughts become cool to the touch.

Sunlight filters through leaves;
Warm sand wraps around my feet.

Guava, mango, coconut palms...
A banana machete lies under the trees.

Bats curl up in a cave
Hollowed out by the surf.

Motmots beg for cubes of sugar
And bare-bellied women

Sway in bright colours
Until the attendant arrives.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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