Because my big worries
are the land crabs
and pirate duppies
that scuttle up the walk.
Fishes samba lemon
and violet on the reef,
and when I laugh in my snorkel,
I sound like a baby tug boat.
A blue heron
is practicing tai chi
in the pomegranate sun
while sandpipers play
hysterical tag with the surf.
The mango slice
glides over my tongue
like a silky kiss.
When I lie on the warm blanket,
the palm tree shakes his naked
fronds over my body
and I am his.
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