Hibiscus throw us startle us
down the lure of a tropical road
grey moss kisses the coconut palm
The post with fronds that the Wind makes love to
Sunlight that has reddened my flesh
bakes the road
warms the mind´s confusion
distorts the beauty of a coastline´s tropical sway
The color and heat just distract the hopeful
and for a heartbeat, foolish desires melt in the humidity of a pseudo Paradise
then through the false Picture of perfection the mind may dream again
Inventing all manner impossible gleeful indulgences
Ah but cold and empty handed
High desires have to land
And some fall like swords in a clash
or like falling coconuts onto hard concrete with a crash
This beach town tells itself hot nursery rhymes in the shade
and invents new slang for the word relax
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