When I notice the spark between usI don’t see it can turn intoflickers of untamed thirst.
What would I give in order to receiveWhat fist would I unclench that a gift may…
In the doldrums of life’s many valleysIn the quiet despair of mingled daysIn…
Da Caribbean woman wonder,how often she pot must be stirred.how long it must boil den simmer.how much goat pepper, salt,rosemary, and thyme…