Standing on an island
C-R-Y
For the melting purple clouds in the sky
Let them go
So down burns the sun in all its glory
Palm trees weeping from the weight of their coconuts
The footprints I leave
In the sand of the beach
Remind me that I’ve been here before
Purse your lips and ignore me
My, my, the streams running pell-mell
From your eye
The shark fins circle
So many lazy fish.
C-R-Y
Posted: November 12, 1990 in PoetryTags: Beach, Clouds, Cry, Eye, Fish, Island, Purple, Sand, Shark
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