Submarine Watch

In the corner of my eye
is a thick hedge of
yellow hibiscus and
three papaya trees
plump with golden ripe fruit.
Four graceful palm
along the shoreline
their fanlike fronds
bowing in the wind.
Where are they?
Perhaps they are lurking
beyond the horizon.
The common mynah would know.
it looms
at the mouth of Pearl Harbor
by a military police escort.
Gun metal gray,
tall and
resembling a jaquar.
A dozen men
stroking its fur,
lapping it up,
purring and content.

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