you fold into my body
like the curled edge
of a banana leaf
the sun loiters behind
a bank of clouds watching
your forefinger tracing
shivers down the nubs
of my spine while
dusty bare toes push an
afternoon hammock and
ships on the river blow
harmonious horns
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Charlotte Hamrick 
Oh my! For me this is the tangible atmosphere of an afternoon culminating in a moment condensed in your poem. May they blow their horns in appreciation : )
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The same green singing fuse of life thrusting toward the sun.
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Martin, so happy you enjoyed this little piece of life. Who doesn’t love spending an afternoon in a hammock?
Lorenwolf, indeed, life in all it’s forms is always interesting. Thanks for your comment. I popped over to your blog and it looks fascinating.
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ah what a beautiful place of being eh? a hammock would be great…havent had one since i was a kid…a nice laze away of the day…smiles.
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I love a hammock!
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lá chuối ở việt nam 🙂
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Những lá chuối sống ở New Orleans 🙂
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Sounds like my kind of afternoon!
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This definitely sounds perfect.
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smiles..nice bit of initmacy here…and i love the extra mood you add with the ships blowing horns…very cool
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I’ve never been in a hammock- this certainly entices me to give it a whirl! This was so intimate – a snapshot of a private moment 🙂
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Sultry poem, Charlotte.
Pamela
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Beautiful poem !
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I love this thought “dusty bare toes push an afternoon hammock”. Nicely written.
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A beautiful moment captured forever within the folds of a banana leaf. Lovely
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Thank you all for your comments and time. I really do appreciate it!
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Oh if only I could experience something as wonderful as that…
Anna :o]
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rare and beautiful imagery
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