Soloman Islands Song
(four Chinese Quatrains)
He sleeps in humid daylight
over scorched Pacific sand;
distant flags ripple slowly
in Vella Lavella breeze
A sentinel moon whispers
dream long my son of silence;
offspring of a lost wind man
scribbles tears in candlelight
sotto voce words linger,
taut hours unravel in sheets
of slant drizzle – heightens tang
of shaving foam and sherry
Croons with Sinatra record
in mornings bright disarray;
through a window he watches
clouds creeping over tombstones
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