water....whispers...

carry with the wind...

Or sand? No sand on my feet...alone...water again, pulses, waves...

splish or splash, pitter or patter...summer and rain come again...

Behind me... tuk tuk driver argument explodes.
Behind me... a white guy spits and roars, but goes silent in defeat.

water...whispers...

Carry with the wind...

Or umbrella russel... Sand between my toes now...alone..water again. pulses, waves...
splish or splash, pitter or patter...monsoon has made herself known.

Behind me... tuk tuk drives off and angry tourist stands quiet.
Behind me... a white lie, a false story, a sidewalk serves as a line in the sand...

This is my beach... you're out of reach... But, the aqua chorus drowns out

the whispering campaign that still lingers.


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[Edited 8/2/15 10:46am]