On Reading "She Called Me Girlie."

“I came into her life . . .”

What an opening line for a poem,
and a book of poetry.

At the beach in Fort Lauderdale,
with soft, almost silent surf.

With “Girlee,”
I fantasize that I am in Trinidad.

The words bring me there,
the waters show me where.

An afternoon consciously,
living a dream.
An afternoon that will fill my
sub-conscious dreams.

Do I take that boat to Trinidad?
I think not.

The tourists can relish the
geo-Trinidad.

I will live in the poetic Trinidad
reading, “She Called Me Girlee.”

(for Zorida Mohammed with affection)

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