remember when the fresh sea air
traipsed up and down the beach
like a drunken dancer
groovin but movin
a time with time in time
that bump and rush
beware the coconuts
tumbling from the leafy tower
and fallnig thunk upon the sand
we pealed the husk and tapped a chugging
glug glug a glug of that sweet creamy
sip it trace the lips with white glossiness
and top the cup with icey chunks
douse with milk and stir
until the tingling round glass is chill
and the stirrer frothy wipe
upon your tongue and and taste the raw
sweet sugar from a cane plantation
that we raided in the dim dark moon absent night
and with arms full to sigh we carried them away
our supply our ready bar
our sweet satisfaction
that surprise when both hands touched
and there amongst the sudden
on rush and heady wave
we saw the sunlight peeking up
and there was a gift of new days