Hope cove

Sea sucks sand
alternating rolls
wave after wave
of blue puff.

Barracuda arches
& I am drifting, at sea;
my head a blue disk.

Islands roll
fully formed
from beds of volcanic

Palm trees, ants eat
anything & me,
soft breeze, westerly
recurring and recurring sea.

High tide, new life
blessed isles
rolling in, rolling in,
just waiting for me.

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