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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



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