27.
Running up to the tip of the highest hill and
back each day, I am finding new muscles that constantly complain, ignoring the
need for constant vigil.
28.
I am heartily sick of cold crab meat, but they
are the easiest to catch in the myriad tide pools that are lined with colorful
anemones and starfish.
29.
Having decided that this poor island may be my
forever home, I’m headed into the trees to find more permanent shelter, yet I
cannot give up hope of rescue.
30.
At last, at last, a beautiful big industrial
freight ship has spotted my giant whipping flames and is turning rapidly about
towards my solitary island, searching for this lonely traveler.
31.
As I watch the retreating frothing waves, I
remember my long days and shimmering star-filled nights, but my heart lifts
like the bouncing bow at my return to my dearest love.
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