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Peter
Marris
reads
Grenada
in Real Audio
format.
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We’re on holiday. Austerities
Of life recede — real butter on our toast,
A second iced rum punch. We take our ease
Where turquoise wavelets lap a palm-fringed coast,
Unburdened of responsibilities —
That raddled beggar, shown off by our host,
Thank God, the plaintive mother wheedling “Please,
I braid your Missy’s hair,” the touts who post
Their buzzing craft along the shore like bees,
The peddlers garlanded in spice, and most
Of all the sullen, silent stares — all these
(Of whom the travel booklets did not boast)
Are none of our concerns. We’ve done our bit
Just being here and getting tanned and fit.
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