Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Jamaica
I sit idly upon my blanket under the clear blue tropical skies,
shaded by palm trees with the warm white sand between my toes.
A beautiful island girl sits at my side with the radio blaring
upbeat reggae music.
A dread locked waiter places an ice cold Corona in my hand,
and I thank the Lord above that Jamaica is indeed the warm salve
that my aching heart needed.
Donavon Scott Vinson