Treasure Island

Rasta Israel Uda


Adjacent Eldorado


Sweaty cloud mold an oval shape,
in the midst of a sunny day.
Locust descends on the field to weed off
nonchalant leaves;
mama's hum as they lay the ridge;
rain drops dance to the tune.

At the dawn of springtime,
gracious plants jolly on alleyway,
perpetual herbs blossom at airy bay,
enlightened fruits glow in freewill hut,
sturdy tuber's assemble onward village square,
briskly legumes jump into the moving train;
weevils glorify.

Merry birds yodel as they migrate east coast;
funky toads copulate across main street;
swaggy frogs get high on free cocoa,
west of zuma rock;
mankind speculate.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 17, 2014

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