Wind whips water

Hockney blue


white crests

surfers ride


sea horse:


sand tumbles

from beneath


& coral

throws itself


against my feet.


Wind fans

the heat


body brown

lithe follows




Isle like

a tea cup


in its saucer

of the sea


asks me to linger

under Tamarind tree


sleep in this cradle


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