Henri Rousseau
is it enough
to walk through
clovered coastal fields
shaded by fig trees
to ride the white foam crest of waves
to watch lightning split the dark sky
to suck the pulp from ripe passion fruit
to watch a myriad of butterflies
raid the lantana bush
to revel in the peach smell
of the solander flower
to bury one's face in the dark pink crepe myrtle
to smell the first plops of rain
on a hot tin roof
should we ask for more?
we all wear the mark of cain
so we will anyway
our greed knows no bounds
except for the saints
and precious few of them
walk amongst us
(Revised from 2014)
