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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: AugustWest who wrote (1452)	4/2/1998 2:13:00 AM
From: J. Stone	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 2095

Our Beach (Juara Beach) Part One 1988 Beijing, China. A frozen wind, long from Mongolia (or is it Siberia?; I forget) Scrapes on my bones. Enough! White sand beaches, and turquoise waters and a nose peeling from too much sun, I want a fresh fish dinner, cooked outside on a grill with tropical fruits for dessert. Can I come?, you ask. I'm surprised. You sit next to me in class, we chat but you seem, well meek, delicate Trouble. Part Two We travel, you and I. Koh Samui, Penang, Pangkor - islands all. We have no plans, no schedule no worries, except finding the perfect beach. Part Three Is this the boat?, you ask. The small fishing boat, that will thrash about in the nighttime South China Sea, as we sit on deck seawater soaking our faces salt caking our hair your eyes wide, as a fish jumps into your lap? Yes, I reply. Part Four We trace a journey from west to east, climbing Tioman a string for a trail. Ancient trees, towering over hissing lizards, monitoring our progress until At once, high above, rests at our feet a sweeping crescent moon of a beach. Our Beach (Juara Beach) Wide and soft its waters, warm and clear. In front, a sky so blue its quiet beauty stumbles my thoughts. At our backs, massive sentinels, stand deep in greens and blacks offering the songs of the beetle, the egret, and the siamang. You and I, traveled hard to find our paradise. ______________________ regards, JS