The sea is a scribble
of silver and slate.
Bougainvillea blossoms
flutter across my face.
I stumble over the dunes,
toward the waves.
An owl screeches.
I hear my name.
The world from Fiji
The sea is a scribble
of silver and slate.
Bougainvillea blossoms
flutter across my face.
I stumble over the dunes,
toward the waves.
An owl screeches.
I hear my name.