Night Passage
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As I'm sure you've all noticed, I've been away.
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Consider this a post card from a far off island.
The people here are gentle.They smile a lot.
They press gifts into your hands and kiss you
on the mouth.
They sing without ceasing.
A song of love for this world.
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Stunned and a little unsteady in my giddiness, I drift
through the sunlit days half in a dream.
I lay in a hammock and rock myself to sleep
in the shade of a bannanna tree.
Children giggle and throw giant insects at each other.
Off through the trees, the wash of the surf.
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Wish you were here.
Don't know when I'll be
returning....
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 7:16 AM
3 Comments:
Hurry home, but hurry at your leisure. Miss you.
Wow. Give us the address and we'll come visit.
Your exotic journey is a metaphor isn't it? A big lovely metaphor & you are in your gorgeous backyard w/ your amazing wife by night, & by day being kissed on the mouth by the officers on duty!
Yes!
Enjoy. We are here to hear more when you 'come back'.
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