james watkin Tropics Poems

1.
Heaven; In The Tropics

Aglow, what's hung of it
Do we shade in.
As close, flowering, fruiting
Pluck, pick. Each bit!
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2.
Only In The Tropics

Whether through welcomings
Or those farewells
At dawn, at dusk, Day-smiled
Smiled, of us, back
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