Sweet tamarind pods stick to the warm black tarmac
where fortunate doves wander about in the shade,
trilling to themselves, and each other.
Either something strikes them as funny,
or they just love their easy lives.
Certainly, they sound so different from their
modest cousins, cooing sadly in colder places.
Born here in Paradise, these birds wear blue
eye shadow every day, and not just on weekends.
Late afternoon finds me in their lazy midst,
hair wet and curling, sand stuck to my bare, tanned feet.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
