Tropical Vacation Poem by Kewayne Wadley

She smells like heaven &
the top of her head
Looks like a palm tree
Lime green flip flops to match
She takes it all in stride
Her hair curls & folds.
Inviting strength &
The smell of flowers.
Her hair blooms
North, West
East & South.
If you've never met her
You'll know her by her
Assortment of smells.
Her matching lime green
flip flops filled with sand.
Transcendently vibrant.
Very frequently,
You can see God on vacation
When you see her
Almost every time,
Who knew God owned a pair
Of swim trunks