Kerri Shying R # 578 small atolls

I was the small atoll    spaced brown amid
a sea of shallow people all blue with not

having what ever     this year is gunna be
i was the small brown atoll   amid bees swum

about by fish  thanks for gobbling up the larvae 

of the mozzies   now used to coming to the

top     here we are locked into this    routine
of feeding           I waken before the clouds

have colour      the sky is sand taupe   ivory
sky a line  mouths wink and gape i was

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