It showed up when
my eyes were fixed elsewhere,
The sky lit up but
I could not see past
Your brown skin’s
glow, the gloss of your black hair.
We soon could see
the water’s edgy glare
Flashing in and
out of view as we searched
The shores for
shade and breeze, tables and chairs,
Beneath the
dormant flame trees where we perched.
We dined on
fresh-caught snapper and sweet crabs
Within sight of
the fishing fleets bedecked
With
multi-coloured flags and emptied nets
Parked on the
high-tide mark as if they’d wrecked.
By Thailand's Gulf I
ate and drank and smiled -
Happy in your home
- glad to be exiled.
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