The curcubita wears scrota of shinny gourds
And papaya a thousand breasts
Of green and yellow colours
A coconut garners green and brown heads
Holding its liquid brain
A rose display a whorl of pink petals
And beside, thorns jealously guard
The fragrant whorl from human hands
Beneath all these
The city sleep under shinny white
And red and green and rusty roofs.
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