(In this tropical vacation)
without a ticket for three hundred grand
May the mercy of the palms shine upon
the front lawn of sand
I have wrecked my boats, you see; ones had I
To embark on an isle that sat
high against seas that paled
For here grows the flower of courage
– and the devil’s laugh
Gold and spice to take away
with me on a bold little life raft.
And then, by then: will be
with the test of the clock against the tides
and the aim of the licking of salty lips
if home is, may it be found meanwhile
and if love is, may love be easy
when life was hard and death was a kite
Novel hunger and ancient thirst.
Vivien Marie Lopez
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