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Buy a ticket,
take the train down,
down to the deep south where the heat swelters and the air lingers heavy,
thick with the sweet scent of jackfruit and the tropical breeze from the sea.
A dark house’s insides,
the smell indoors dank and of fresh fruit and sand.
Through the back doorway
lies a small backyard with a small grove
of starfruit trees.
The light comes in
through the leaves and fruits
as a small boy plays
below in the shade.
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