A bright, bright day
The sun sows it grains of honey-colored
light evenly upon the fresh morning earth but the
shadow of sorrow lingers the air…

She will not see this sun set
see the moon, as full as a tortilla, sneak
up lazily into the black night sky, speckled with
mysteriously white fairy dust…

Something awaits her
something… someone…
Someplace?

Once her feet part from
the sand that line her shoes, there’s
No turning back… it’s
as hopeless as gluing the luscious yellow fruit of the
mango back into its slimy green skin

A bright, bright day
The sun sows it grains of honey-colored
light evenly upon the fresh morning earth but Time
battles her viciously…

Her chariot awaits her, clothed in
Black.
like the core of the kiwi, long as the spine
of the banana.

The soft, angelic dew that hugs the grass seeps
through the sole of her shoes and plays with
her anxious toes that sweat as
a pierced orange that drips its sweet, tangy
Blood.

The faces that stand before her…
As familiar to her as the two
circles that form an eight, like the grapes
that spring from the same bunch, remain as
motionless as the thorns that infest the
skin of the jackfruit, and look on as their
Eyes fill with wine-like tears. They
Wait. Pray, “God, let her stay”…

“Thum,” says the first foot as it is
Lifted into the black chariot
“Thum,” repeats the second as it follows
the first and soon, her entire
body is engulfed by the vehicle.

The windows as clear as the pearls of a
pomegranate, only reveal her hazy
Eyes as she fights the urge to Run back to
her fellow purple-green friends.

The wheels slowly twirl hugging more and
More of the asphalt with each spin.
she is carried
No!
Taken away inch by inch, foot by foot, yard
by yard… into the coiled street
until the arched green-apple trees Conceal

her completely on the
bright, bright day when
The sun sows it grains of honey-colored
light evenly upon the fresh morning earth.