Papaya Boat


DAY 28

As I slide the spoon and slice its fleshy, juicy parts

I think of nothing but tasting it

Musical ears

A mouthful feast

Disco dancing as the papaya’s bolus gets swallowed

Into the Dungeon of the Esophagus

Suddenly, the wind swishes

Reminding me of the dance

Around me

The bougainvillea bows

I bow as well before nature’s musical spirits

As I finish eating

The papaya boat gets ready

 It is time to sail again…

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