22 March 2006

ON MOLUKEIA

, beyond

the strand of white-duned beach

, where

tourists sunbathe in the nude

, past

the plush polo grounds

, where

chestnut horses canter

, clear of

the cedar houses

, across

the narrow airstrip

, where

adventurers glide for twenty minutes

, stands

a bivouac

, where

trucks, tents, and soldiers

, are

camped as though painted against the scene.


A mile further down

Kaena shivers with life.

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