ST. THOMAS, Poem by Brian Michael Barbeito

ST. THOMAS
by Brian Michael Barbeito

The water. If you could drink that libation you would for a second know the secret of the sea. But how to drink one drop never mind the entire sea. And the market lady, tall, statue-like, tough but kind- wise above those two. She smiles. She yells out for Jacob and she yells what she yells because of his hair and in jest. It’s short, like in the army, so she calls at him. Hey Rambo. And he smiles. And when he comes past every time from them on they have an agreement under the gorgeous sundrenched paradise. She is calling in jest, Hey Rambo., and he waving and smiling. The day is brighter than even the imagination of the geniuses that have gone before or might come again. The day is like a day that God has chosen to blind the island with in bliss. The water is a lover and the sand a paramour. It all waits just off the path by the market. Its years before Northern trees and cold winds or myriad forms of trouble. Then, it is myriad forms of God. She wears beads full and colorful and proud. Hey Rambo.

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