By the Beaches of Keakwa
I want to ride a bike by the beaches of Keakwa with you. Speeding along the cloudy horizon, passing a Japanese artillery wreck, feeling the wind in my face, its April, I said what the heck, you said you got a flat tire, so we stop, abruptly, like any other event here. Lets just run, you said Feeling the sand in my foot, And seeing the smiley faces Of the Kamoro children We run, […]