The mountain was awake and crawling.
Banana trees shimmered in dripping sunlight.
An acre of leafy, emerald tongues,
bent, seeming to glow,
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Brian, there is some really beautiful writing in this piece. Your description of the emerald tongues, gleaming eyes and teeth (at first sinister, but then not) ...grinning, and the description of the dusty rays as pearls on the skin of the children through the cracks. The final line is great. The irony of sweeping dirt floors. You've created many contrasts between rich and poor with the descriptive imagery. I could truly imagine you there and the setting. Nice start to your Haitian journal series...I'm guessing? Well done.
A situation, all too familiar with many, and all too removed from many
I could only imagine after reading this Brian, how it would be like surviving on a daily basis for these people and am so grateful for the comforts and choices available living in my country.