I asked my husband to make me a simple cup of tea.
He said to me, “Woman, where could the tea bags be?”
Tag: St. Lucia
Beautiful Night
One beautiful night, I went riding in the park. As I rode, a fierce gust of wind pushed the leaves off the strong branches of a tall oak tree. Leaves scattered everywhere: across my face, my clothes, my bicycle.
Brooklyn!
When I exit the sauna below the ground at Utica Avenue/ My first experience of Brooklyn is gray and ashy,/ With a dazzling duet rainbow./ Perhaps Brooklyn’s way to say “Hello.”