to-day is island day, the day when we honor those stalwart men
my friends and ladies pour into the street to sing the praise, tossing confetti as they scream
the parade goes on for miles, coagulating traffic on each and every block
try as they might, the celebrators never reach a shore, let alone connect any two
and as the cameras flash and people scream the islands sit
they sit and think, or draw, or cry or eat whatever it is they do
maybe someday you'll build a boat
do they know and do they care? why would you even ask?
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