Caribbean KarmaHeated in our
skin
of brown, sugar, cacao,
and
cinnamon,
we sat cross-legged under the
moonlit sky with our
backs against the
tree.
After a while, we shed
our skirts and
head wraps,
our tresses
and our
girlish
laughter lingering in the night.
We
splashed water on
each other, shaking our
locks,
shrieking as we chased each
other to
the water's edge.
The night sky
brightened
under the guise of our
Caribbean
karma.
Frances White
Fort Lauderdale, FL
Copyright
©2003 Frances White
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