Dream Poem 87: Bus Trip to an Island It is cold and I have got gloves and coat to keep warm I catch the bus and end up on a dessert island cast away with some sailors. They are an island nation like Tahiti or Hawaii I learn to understand life in the island The tides The gifts from the sea Village life. In the village there is no marrying But people couple off as they want. Another influx of westerners arrive Large girls in prom dresses and sailors There is a general free for all. I observe and think “They are being very disrespectful, grasping and rude.” “Greedy.” I think to myself “They will learn They will understand this is not done, not acceptable.” They are just grabbing people to have sex with. I have fallen in love with an island man, he is a carpenter and has tools We like each other but it Is not their way to stay as a couple and commit to each other. So I keep my thoughts to myself. There is a crisis. A v...