In Trying To Capture A Set Of Meanings.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a flock of black birds are flying in the skies
in the blue seaschools of fish are swimming
an old man is walking along the white shore
a hermit crab is running away towards a foamy wave
the coconut trees are tall and antiquated
from far away a brown man is plowing his corn field
beside it are the forest trees teeming with monkeys
watching the arrival of the notorious hunter with
a shotgun riding on his safari jeep from the city.