needles green
come down
on my belly
saying hi, there’s
a pine
up there

sand hair
skin part lizard
and rabbit
this island
robinson crusoe
jungle sounds
driftwood
turned a swing table
ladder – it’s
a playground, at night
plankton twinkles
splashes and
winks

days pass
swim, nap
following
the shade
discovering
a distillery
absinthe tucked
away, paths
a tunnel
of branches
abandoned
fishing boats
coral beach
we’re there
in a tree
with cordon bleu
and fireworks