F  A  L  M  O  U  T  H       J   A   M   A   I   C   A

early morning

and yet different from any other morning

I had ever been

I had ever experienced

on vacation.           .           .

THE  STREETS  WERE ALIVE

Vendors Vending

Cookers Cooking

Sellers Selling

Crafters Crafting

Singers Singing

Dancers Dancing

Pulses Pulsating

There was a

BEAT

in the air

and it was as

I N D I V I D U A L

as your own fingerprint

real as your own heartbeat

closer than your next breath

and it begged

for you

not so much to to find

Y O U R       B E A T

as  it

i m p l o r e d

you to share

it.          .          .

G U A R A N T E E:

The World doesn’t NEED

Your   BEAT

it just craves to

E X P E R I E N C E     I T

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