i drive along pink paved streets
and i think of the little girl dressed in pink who,
who instead of playing marbles in the dirt with the boys,
is outside earnestly searching for, and hoping to find,
a few randomly spilled grains of rice for dinner.
i gaze at the ocean
beating against the rocks
and i think of those stricken by unforeseen circumstances
who now depend on the generosity of others
surviving, bruised, but still not broken.
*among others, i see you ayiti. one love.