Main Street, Bonaire
Sun beats on bright
stucco,
Dutch Colonial
architecture in
Caribbean glare.
Salt air peels
paint like sunburnt
skin,
a never-ending battle.
Faded beauty
is the enemy of prosperity.
Shuffling tourists trail
down clean-swept
walks,
consider art made in Taiwan,
trinkets from China.
Coppertone-slick flesh
shining bright pink
radiates its own
heat
collected from the rays.
--bam
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