Cinnamon and cinnabar and giant marzipan
Melting mango fibered flesh oozing
syrup above scatterings of scuttling sail chinned dinosaurs.
Swarming stripes of black and yellow
ripple on frangipani – a name I don’t remember
except for tropical Plumeria smells of heat and rich sun on pale skin.
The streamlined horns and bulbs of red escape,
then eat their elegant umbrellas.
Hornet warnings flash for the birds
and coqui frogs, in the night, chirping beyond their bounds.
A cacophony of pings and sings
summoning shooting stars from the Pleiades
to scratch the darkness
To scratch the reflection in mosquito waters
The swirls of stars and galaxies in paddles wake
Chunks of light tumble from my hand
as drip trails fish follow shooting in the shallows
like a splash of silent light
Quiet in the mangrove night