Cumbia,
over fresh fruits –
strawberries,
and mangoes.
Light of the morning hours,
penetrated by orange slices of beauty,
stretching across,
the diaspora,
and earthen sky.
Salsa,
Through midday hours,
Into an afternoon,
Merengue.
The salty sea,
pushing forward,
live choruses,
of sole singing.
Seesaw,
ball and chain,
the dance,
brings about peaceful rains,
to cleanse the mind.
Nourishment for more than trees,
the brushing off of time.
Gypsy flamenco,
under the stars,
and moon.
A blend,
of African beats,
and Latin rhythm,
cowrie shell,
the little ones.

by malakhai jones
© Copyright 2016

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