Nana
in her break
in my banana grove
pauses to pose
sweetly
for her portrait.
Head just so,
a thirty kilo bunch of prime lady fingers
pecked to the bone, her backdrop, in her
sticky beak,
you looking at me?
and all I can say is,
"ready for your close-up?"
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