Pale blue eyes
See through skies
Glimpse of distant waters
Peeking through palm fronds
I see
Calypso players
Nay sayer’s all
Tavurvur sings to me
As songs erupt in my head
I hear
Tropical flowers
These topical powers
Force formulae to the rim
I spill my cup of plenty
I think
Transient mission
I assume the position
Humbled heart releases me
Starved I sit at the table of life
I write
(©rad081708)
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