Tahitian beaches roar,
white lions in a dry thorn.
They heed the wind’s poem,
pointing where we drop off,
as the sun rests its sweaty head
on the lingered shore.
Tête-à-tête with the vast and wet
before a long, dark snore.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Poetics: Daffy for Daffodils, Sprung in Spring
Cover Art: Paul Gauguin 1897-1898





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