Wednesday, May 5

Muko Muko Beach

Charlie and I have been travelling for a long time.
By truck mostly, whistling, walking, singing and winging it
Though our truck stopped in the middle of the night

there was light enough to see the love in their eyes
two small boys
lost in a sea of sand 
not sure whether to go on

legs too skinny to stand
a slanted tarpaulin hous

a wooden slat bed
just enough for us to lay seven heads

two boys

a lovely lady not their mother
food
storm
swim
lost undies

two boys


pure
love

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