Saccharine tropical music
Puts me in danger of writing more bad poetry
Full moon on the island means
Good luck in the ocean’s warm embrace
A short walk on grainy streets
Takes me to the 24 hour farmacia
Where I pause in aisles watching bleary tourists
On the isla del encanto to buy witty T-shirts
aloe to soothe days of heat too deep,
Nights throbbing, muggy, and prone to burn.
Men of entitlement
Complain gently to the concierge
Grow more insistent, make one last try for the ocean view
A high-class vista to raise the quality of their wives
They grow sullen and tricky when refused.
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