On the veranda, overlooking the sea, Mangos in a straw bowl, warm sun upon their smooth and vivid flesh, their perfumed breath haunts my afternoon. The sea is dreaming, blue as tears, mysterious as a smile. My open fingers slide across the tabletop, savoring the sturdy textured batik cloth. Sunflowers nod cheerfully, dancing closely in their vase. The violet peeps an entrance, in her pot she thrives.
Banana leaves wave at the open sky while clouds sketch temporary images.
Lustily the conch shell echoes as the wind whispers his chambered secret into my ear.