As
the Maestro opens
his golden arms wide
in preparation for the
morning's
first arias
the avian choir
chirps their
preludes whilst others
play out
their own operas of
courtship and
combat
in the air
Higher still
the morning's first flight
leaves its trail of
fumes as it
streaks northward
On the mango trees the
season's first fruit does
a peep show
sashes of green with
sudden
coquettish flashes of
amber
More brazen the
poui and the
bouganvillea
commingle in a
riotous bacchanal
Sleek Porsches Benzes and the
rare Stelvio cruise
through electric gates that
hum and whir their
promise to protect
A mixing truck
stands guard over the
heaped rubble thatonce
hosted Sunday dinners and
mid-week trysts
now gutted and
crushed to make room
for the colour-branded
condos
with wooden castle gates
evocative names and
rooftop sunbathers
at least that's what
the posters
show
At these myriad sites
labourers roll their first
spliffs
or tuck into
the morning energy
hot thick and greasy in
paper boxes or
plastic bowls
A goatherd
threads his way
through the pre-Rush
traffic
goatshit peppering the
streets
like some giant
Connect-the-Dots
gone crazy
A microscopic
parasite with a
thorny crown
has made the world its
subject
but an intrepid traveller
trods on
propelled
through the enveloping
uncertainty
by an
uncommon love
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