Around The Island

the trip around the island
takes us a day

it is dark and we are back
at this beach resort
lighted by shells and
torches

dinner is served
prawns, and crabs
and some lamb's meat
from the farm
and some slices of
pineapple
again, so sweet
to my tongue
crunchy to my teeth

beside you
the music from the sea
the breeze plays our songs
of silence
that only our eyes speak

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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