Missy sat on the balcony on her tropical island....

just barely ducking the light raindrops as they fell at a slant....
they ALWAYS FELL AT A SLANT HERE....

no matter how hot, humid, and deeply fried she became.....
 she wondered,
 yet again,
 at the splendour of GOD's world....
a world where it can rain and shine all at once.....
a paradise...

an iguana scampered past her feet....
a camelion, it disappeared into the landscape quickly....stealthily...
grey and green......
slimy, yet gorgeous....
GOD's creature too....

a young child was shooting baskets beneath the balcony....
irrespective of the rain....
men with banjos and african drums were
slamming out a tune of 'redemption'.....
the MANHATTAN ICED TEA
at her lips was sour and refreshing.....

GOD.....
SHE LOVED THIS PLACE !!!
so far removed from the cement jungle.....
from the hurried pace of the SERIOUS PEDESTRIANS.....
as they made their IMPORTANT COMMUTES.....
so far away.....

one brick at a time, to be sure......
one jerk chicken dinner,
yet no JERKS !!
ehhhh....
maybe SOME JERKS......
but not as many !!

must we really dwell within the hornets' nest ??
WHY ???

how bout THIS as a way of life ??
i mean....WHY NOT ???