Tamarinds sizzle as wave heaves
buildings by their roots, straw huts,
open-air cocktail bars, and hotels,
all cruising fruit stands,
tourist dress shop, Pier One®,
and wailing ancestors.
Tamarind seeds, older than
human intelligence, clog arteries
with Pacific salt and devastation
spinning espresso coffins
past laundromat that cleanses
everyone, urging us to evolve past
all the shit wasting our time
and make amends with whatever
we’re at odds with and disappearing
fast.
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