Pacific crests give birth
to volcanic silence,
sea salt whipsers,
asserting that to listen
is greater than to be heard.
Tablespoons of sunlight
decorate Tahitian clouds,
whipping them,
beating each puff to perfection.
Driftwood quills etch
sand papyrus,
broad strokes,
eaten by the tide,
painting "I love you".
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