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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

 

currents.

 

Isle like

a tea cup

 

in its saucer

of the sea

 

asks me to linger

under Tamarind tree

 

sleep in this cradle

always.

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