• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 01
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Island Shadows

I grew up on this bright and tiny island
where hands were axes in shadows
chopping people
down to size
under large green palms.

It was sport, and life, and love.

Joyful exchanges that helped to pass the time
after work—a glowing sun slowly dropping
before we ate fish stew,
swapped words,
hummed familiar melodies,
and communed throughout the night.