the mango corner way
an abrupt home
a mansion even
with an ear to the street
comfort running down temples
The fountain urinal
cursed artifact
quaint mural
screaming out for meaning
lighthouse looking down
bullying even
late morning hangover
spilling into the humidity
lighthouse the father before dawn
when rum soaken wedges present two left feet
for the dunken walk home
the moon absent or shy
childmind adventurers
huddle close to the tropical retreat
where literature is planted harvested and consumed
as wreckages are salvaged
grandeur found
it seeks us as we bathe in words
opened windows but closed shutters
not to let the light in but to absorb it
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