A straw
Clamped between my teeth
Red and White
I think

About the fruit biting into my palm
In a million places
Green and Pink diamonds
I think

And the taste (in my…)
Of Acid and
Metal and Iron (on my…)
I think

Yellow sands
Turquoise seas
Broken by Olive Green boats
I think

Palm trees stand crossed
Grey and Rust and I sit
With my back to them now as I did then
I think

Clutching the fruit
Gripping the straw
I throw
I think
Back.