Tinsel-flecked emerald water
Simmers in the baking midday sun,
The sway and bob of the local fishing fleet
In teal red yellow and green
Salt-crusted bows, and paint flakes,
Tumbles of clove-scented breeze
Part the arcs of banana leaves
Outside the temple,
Coursing down the lanes
That claw between the crumbling
Coastal trails - astride the Wallace line -
A family of frangipani arms splay their
Flowerheads
Towards the white rays that
Enshroud my Monday island -
Nusa Lembongan.
saigonsays 