Interacting with the locals  
Carrying baskets
Bulging fresh fruit
And palm tree smacked grin  

The sun kissed  
And grabbed me by the skin
She danced the light  
And smattered it
Across my wrinkled
Up nose

Kool aid carefreed
Steel drummed
Rolling round plinking and
Plopped down to beach it  
While curling toes felt up the sand

I just lay  
And soaked up the Rastafarian
Three man band
And the toke of spliff
And the toke of spliff  
Tobacco scent
Wrought reefer havoc
To rims eeeeking red
My blink ate dust  

Like monsoon season
And its worst
Fuzzy shores
A sky too electric blue
To be right
The edges of a postcard
Eroded by salty water
Takes the better part of a memory

Come November  
I stood scanning channels
On a crappy radio
To try and catch a glimpse
Maybe Marley
Or at the very least
At this point
Id Belefonte
The fuck outta this joint  

It turned out  
You can go back home again
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