Twisting up Saddle Road,
past tiny shacks in the valley,
flame tree crowns silhouette
against the huge hanging moon.
Fern flat leaves feather
rattling seed pods like
women’s tongues gossiping
on the winds of change.
Lava blossoms erupts, cascading
down onto Port of Spain;
rubies sparkling on a black
cloth in a hurricane.
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