In case I am marooned on a desert island,
I'll equip myself with twine, a Swiss army knife,
And Ray Mears.
I'll bring sandals, blankets,
A man with soft voice and Spanish guitar,
Who'll strum sad songs in the moonlight;
And a woman with a quiet smile,
Who can read rocks, track birds.
We'll toast marshmallows in the bonfire.
We'll climb to the volcano's lip, fear plummeting,
Discover a new species of wasp
And never tell the world.
We'll swim the phosphorescent waters,
Laugh, fight. Get stung by weaverfish.
Get stung by love.
I go on cruises,
Dream that my ship will founder.
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