I Remember
I remember
Easy Street,
Bull Bay,
Jamaica,
Campari and Orange
on my breath.
I remember
faded paint
on the walls
and a cigarette
glow outside in
the distance.
There was
an Indian
shopkeeper
inhaling
Jamaican
Ganja.
There was
a young girl
in a torn
red dress,
with a ribbon
in her hair.
I could not sleep.
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I really like how you ended this!
Thanks so much, Geri.