The Atoll

Salvatore (cont.)
Eats cod and tarpon quality food fish
Plucked loose of volleyball net come low tide
Miguel
I fear this creature challenged my poor son
Who was much weakened temporarily
By swimming choppy waves and undertow
To one on one beach volleyball right here
The while in gamesmanship talked trash at him
As cannibal at last sealed victory
Gianni
We told you umpteen times your son is safe
His whereabouts approximately known
The net is straightforward a fishing net
At low tide high and dry attenuated
The strait unique beneath pinched outcrop rocks
Miguel
I wish I could believe you take your words