Hoola? Hulah? No. Hula skirt,
scattering wild from her hips.
Fire-fire-fire in waves
spin high in the eve.
Half-coconut bras and
pink neck-rings in bloom
and the stomping and
thunder of drums.
The sand rebounds in
peaks like the sea;
heard, but hidden from sight.
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