Punalu’u black sand beach, Hawai’i; photo by Tamyka Bell.

This, in the style of that

It’s just a poem, a few words
laid out in such a way as to make you
think of a holiday, a splash of colour
and sand. You might think it reminds you
of this or that, some other poet’s works
(great or small) or perhaps a song
you heard once. And like that song,
you can’t recall its name or
its refrains, but you can hold
the memory of its taste a while longer,
breathe in the smell of its wonders,
its mysteries, the secrets it keeps.

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