Chè
In a crystal clear ocean of coconut juice,
The basil seeds doted the landscape
Like tiny black islands.
They are mixed with sugarcane and longan trees
Reaching together for the sun
That’s as yellow and sweet as the jackfruit.
Together they are a tropical paradise
In a $5 dollar cup
Called chè
That can turn my frown
Upside down.
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