In Jamaica

hibiscusmosquitoes sing, while crickets hum dub tunes,
lizards laugh near bare feet, striped
sun hugs straight backs,
ants kiss necks;

winds whisper to coconuts,
peenie-wallies dance by twilight,
dogs and sound systems clash at midnight,
and breezes play by the sea;

hibiscus flowers decorate
everything- we eat from baskets:
plums, mangos: june and julie,
thick nectars of sunrise;

chimes on doors jingle
jangle evening time
keeping time with the rhythm
of the chat;

yes sah, yah so- in jamaica,
brown mothers on green green grass,
give children permission
to fly.