am weak, superfluous,
like an oleander leaf too long in drought.
I am beaten by longing, limp by neglect,
yet still hang on.
Caribbean desert endures.
Occasional roaming bands of cold wind
maraud and shake its stem.
Rain comes quick, at times heavy,
swelling the soil, stiffening the branch.
There's promise for a while.
delusion that time lasts forever!
What lies we spread when it doesn't!