Flight

when we arrived
a man in shorts
sandals and a
machete
was climbing
the palms
for coconuts

when she went
to see him
he gave her a
coconut
when she
returned
with money
he refused
and gave her
another one

generosity
and times
like these
are sweet
like the
coconut
water
dribbling
down
my chin

i could
hold onto
this place
like a
kind stranger
clinging
to the
waving
fronds
high up
in a
palm tree

or i
can let
the experience
be what it
has been
the strange
bittersweet
taste of
seasalt and
mango

near the beach
a seabird
holds tightly
to the
electric wire
before
suddenly
letting go
and
surrendering
to the pull
of the
ocean
wind

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