Island, I can see you - distant fine pearl.
We drop harbor anchor, music greets us.
Leis are given by a native grown girl.
We walk ocean street not using road s bus.
Hostel makes us welcomed showing no fuss.
Time includes glass bottom boat and day s swim.
We watch manta ray, intrusive old cuss,
thinking someone might soon try to spike him.
Aviary sanctuary, slope s rim,
bison grazing, cycling city s alleys,
total living, sharing life to stein s brim.
So manana, we will make more sallies.
We will charter boat and troll as Zane Grey,
catching huge fish, I can write book someday.
Our Lady in Red gazes the evening Casino Harbor