The Atoll

Paolo
You cant hear your watch tick for crashing waves
Salvatore
Poor Paolo had his whole grand life mapped out
The diary down to seconds organised
Paolo
Two kitchen garden seagrass fathoms call
I could eat this salt peppered paradise
Salvatore
Look theres a horrid shadow passing through
A hammerhead shark prowling I would think
The knuckleheads sharp teeth and gristle else
No clouds in yon sky which is blue as blue
Joined seamlessly horizon free to sea
Paolo
Were promised rapid squat tsunami waves
As karmic payback due to shallowest lives