CANEFIELDS, MANGOES, COBWEBS

by

Ronald G. Auguste

Take what you wish, from my fair isle,
And smash the rest asunder!
Take all the things which may beguile,
And shatter them with thunder!

But leave alone the whispering fields of cane,
Dream-dancing bright in sunlight after rain.

Do with the flowers as you please --
Crush all -- Except the roses!
Unless, of course, they make you sneeze!
And irritate your noses....

But leave ripe mangoes on the bending boughs,
To tantalize the grass-forsaking cows.

And if the little birds that sing
Arouse acoustic scorning,
Constrain their throats and let them wing
As shadows in the morning.

But do not touch these cobwebs! Let them gleam,
In grasses, dew-begemmed, beside the stream.

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