What lingers in my mind
Of my seven days in Cuba?
Flamboyant poinciana trees’
Scarlet spreadsheets overhead,
Umbrellas shading pedestrians
From the lasering tropical sun,
Smiles and shouts of “Hola!
Bienvenidos a los Americanos!”
A rainbow bridging a bay,
Skies at sunset orangey-pink,
The leisurely arcs of vultures,
A teal green, royal blue Caribbean,
Low hanging mangos and guavas,
The exuberance of syncopated song.
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