Demerara Sugar Shine

 

I will miss seeing topless men in their longees 

As they ride their motorbikes at 70km 

With crossed legs, chewing the beetle.

 

Their small brown sculpted muscles glisten in the sun

A demerara sugar shine like caramel

 

The coko trees’ wide green canopies,

The distant golden pagoda,

And the birds that nest in temple rooftops.