Road To Lovina
descending
from the misted island apex
of a garish golf club
resort
the mountains slope seaward
in second gear
through monkey
territory
past the poorer of the poor
on the arid karst
past rainforest
artist retreats
and down the valley
through the clove hamlets
siesta
on mattresses of drying cloves
we blend our heads
with harvest buds
in a documentary
of the clove
and every smile
to greet our drive
a frivolous after-school
atmosphere
of kids
all arms and flirting
going home
slow as tropical plants
compacted into Dutch
economies of space
picket fence
clove-stained sarongs dry
a breezy
ignorance of history
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poem by Adam Aitken
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