I miss Kora.

I miss Kora.

My back is a little sore. I need to be watchful of that.

Cruise ships cluster in the bay

Disgorging passengers

Onto the jetty

Colonial combatants

In Hawaiin shirts

Tourist mufti

Dressed to swarm

Locusts scouring

For souvenirs to carry home

The air is a buzz

With Dragonfly

Helicopters

Providing an aerial view

Of the beach

Where smooth bare skins cavort

On the sand

Volleyball

Little more than a diversion

For the passing voyeur

Fat-ass speakers throb

In time to their heavy breathing

Coffee on the go

Disposable cartons

Piling up in the garbage

Armed Police arrest

A late-night reveller

For early morning drunkenness

In a dressing gown

And trainers

With a bottle of wine

Among the dog walkers

And triathletes

As halfway around the globe

People die in a crush

At a food drop

What a wonderful world

This can be.