Isla Mujeres That faded sign, you know the one I mean,     where the ocean lurches like a drunk--     we can't read it, but rest assured, what it says is not encouraging: neither only love is warmer     nor best place for the moon.     Right now a woman is tucking into a wonderful salad on the other side of the island--     it took the year for her to think     of it again. Dogs race around peeing on one another with aplomb. At night everyone is warned away;     they spend this time grasping     for other words for blue. Here comes someone else we will miss and miss again--     not that you're not staying here,     but the village is clever, even at rest. -Mark Bibbins