There is an island that stays strung with Christmas lights
until March or June
where the people wish you a “Happy New Year”
all year round.
You can hitchhike from one end
of the island to the other
by pointing in the direction that you want to go
but only middle aged American expats will pick you up.
On the resorts, the palm trees have been neutered
but on the wild beaches
if you can heft a rock high enough
and hard enough
you can knock down a coconut
and spend half an hour tearing hair
from the clinging surface of the nut
for a few gritty mouthfuls
of sweet cloudy water.