On the porch
thin ceramic
chimes
Ride wind
off the Pacific
bells of the sea
I do not know
the name of large orange flowers
which thrive on salt air
lean half drunk
against the steps
Untidy banana trees
thick moss on the cliff
and then the plunge
to black volcanic shore
It is impossible to enter the sea here
except in a violent way
How we have moved
from thin ceramic
to such destruction
- Michael Ondaatje
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