Coral Sand, Black Lava

white coral sand, 
      wet black lava,
   tropical seas, 
the summery sky!

      every day seems
a wonderful dream.

we eat shave ice
   but not much
      ice cream.

      a secret beach
seems such an idea!
down a private road,
(we asked the young
      guard for access, 
      quickly granted)
we were on our way.

   a narrow road on 
      white coral sand,
a gift from the bowels
   of many parrotfish,
   and we are grateful.

      a wonderful
uncrowded beach.
      we carried on,

to welcome shade 
      beneath hot
      sunny skies.

   in black and white,
feeling, no surprise.

Virgin Island

Virgin Island

      this was a 
   virgin island,
      rising from
the caribbean sea,

      people on the 
mountain sides
      much like
you and me.

   we saw a ship
there, floating
      by the pier.

   the food ship's in 
   our captain said, 
and strawberries!
      he cheered.

   we went up
      near the 

      the weather 
turned so bad,
      so quickly.
we almost felt 
the mountains

we carried on.
   there were,
      after all,