Over the Guinea Grass Piece

Fly the shutters and dun-winged sparrows beat in.
Leave ripe fruit and Demerara sugar
out on counter; let them drill through rind skin
and clear plastic, till sweet-mouthed they perch
beside this new sheaf and sing. Wedding weed
trails from the kitchen windowsill, garlands
for attendant bridesmaids. Pink corallila
embroiders the green hedgerow of bush bush.
A matched pair of brown and white milch cows graze,
nurse egrets needle flanks free of leech ticks.
A brown calf draws down its mother's warm milk,
the poinciana shivers blood issue
of petals over the guinea grass piece.
To the west the Caribbean sea, Atlantic
waters to the East.
We always said we'd go back together.
You who loved a sick joke, here is one:
we are crossing the Tropic of Cancer.