A Party

I dreamt of

Toiling and frolicking in the sun


I dreamt of us

Around the table

Eating the fruits of our labor

Leafy greens massaged with marinade

Inviting mangoes sliced

And plantains sweet

To the party.

I dreamt of

Brown faces.

Smiling with mouths open

I couldn’t hear the words.

I didn’t need to


I dreamt

Of our future.

1 Comment

  1. Trista Monroe-Allen says:

    Very nice Kristina!! Made men think of gatherings with close friends and family.


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