Treasure Island

Leonard Dabydeen


No.63 Beach


Atlantic air shifting waves
rustling the shore line
sifting
through coconut trees
where they stalk the beach
I sit alone
on a broken branch
breathing
Corentyne sands
watching seined men
gathering shrimps and fishes
as waves caress the sand
and recede
like a satisfied lover
look how frail crabs
shuttle about
in no particular direction
I rest my water coconut
between my legs
and cap my eyes
to peer at the horizon
with a rising sun
chasing shadows
where critters cannot sleep.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013
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beach, Corentyne, Berbice, Guyana, coconut water, coconut tree

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