"Remeber this moment, boys.
This is the best day of our lives."
I never thought to drop even a moment's
rememberance to that fragrant embrace--
we can smell salty sea and fish,
shucked pineapple husks, and
sunburnt lips grip the tips of some tropic twist.
The store owner, young and olive skin alive,
gives us her only chairs.
We sit, three of us, in some long-held
desire for perfect unity and found
that you learn the sufficiency
of a motor cycle helmet
cruising downt he hainan biway
only after the fall.
And, above, the fireworks sing
their sweet mystery
over the sands--we can dig,
and do, to where these sands
meet the sea: there, in a puddle, we drown.
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