Poetry Porch: Poetry


The Jamaican 
by Richard Aston

I say “No fish” to the young Jamaican 
who confronts me with a bucket of raw snappers.
My guilt in denying him is relieved
when the next man buys them all, freeing
him to return to his painted boat
that yields to his weight and purrs 
into motion over the azure bay,
where the self-sufficient Jamaican
dressed in red, violet, and yellow
fitted to his muscular black body
fades into the sunlit colors on the horizon.

Copyright © 2003 by Richard Aston.