abandoned island items:
late airy summer
dress blooming like pollen
pods squeezing out
like a message
crinkle
in a glass cola bottle
washed in salty bathwater of ocean
umbrellas caught upside down
popped open
together cheating the origami
game: lantern or
lampshade
puddles they run through trampolines
and sometime t-shirts
and trousers
only one providing
an inevitable
vertical thrust claiming itself
the ring of merriment determining
pants and tees as hollow hung tents
for the ones with pebbled and sanded skin
the forgotten ones’ skin shades vary
depending
on the angle of the sun
shards cutting the constant ly changing territories
as clouds they shift from tree to rock to pool
table settings of salty teacups with only lonely sunrises
drawing out the flavor of any
semblance of tea
time for the chatter where
stillness reigns
all tall tales with the same ending
question: where
does the sun keep its shadow
here rocks are more often thrown at planes
in place of
harsh words for the giant
scraps of
faded paper returned to shore
time and time again
broken frequencies scramble
faster: the red lizards
or blue
striped hummingbirds
gone, gone like
the land octopi and coconuts
frightened or cut away at the dawn
of newcomers and
their noisy
treasures and
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