palau year

we lived for a year
almost everybody
on the 609th islet
its perfect water
blue to green to beach
the best to eat and drink
running leaping around
swimming diving flying
andy and i made a people launcher
a thousand feet high
from molecules
the sling smoothly contracting
to throw us for miles
or falling from the zeppelin
into the coolness of mother ocean
skip surfing on circular clear fields
over the water
diving to the floor with
invisible air suits
making movies
dinner theater
recording
big painting
writing and baking
a palau dance of joy
at the end for having
cured all the problems
of the world

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