, 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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