A lifetime ago, but, still fresh in my memory somehow.

Reflections On Jamaican Memories
by Michael Romani

The sun sets and reflects on the Caribbean sea
As I think on all it has meant to me

There in all of the motifs and themes
Are all the familiar and unfamiliar dreams

The water both purifies and drowns
And in this mixed up world even jesters wear crowns

Filled with an island medley of surprises
Its mermaids come as both warnings and prizes

While the spice of curry wafts through the air
Oxtail gravy drips down chins without care

Mangoes ripen as the sun sets high
Time floats as the clouds drift on by

Cracking coconuts in unruly prayers
The tourists are happy just being there

(c) August 12, 2018  Michael Romani
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