Tarawa

By RT Notaro

A bokikokiko in a pandanus tree.
A shooting star overhead.
Leaves scratch at the atmosphere.
My rifle lays silent beside me.
As I wait my love.
Repent all ye, repent.

The leather thong
knotted tight; that separates
my tags from clinking,
moist against my neck.
And I wait my love.
Repent all ye, repent.

The nearly full moon.
Dampness on the evening air.
Timorous whispers to calm.
Is this all heaven allows?
Still I wait my love.
Repent all ye, repent.

The weight of God is forever;
felt beating on my heart.
For the world is bitter,
but I have not yet withered.
Repent all ye, repent.
When are you coming my love?

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R.T. Notaro was a news photographer/writer/producer. When not writing R.T. can be found cooking, reading, traveling or trying to improve on guitar. R.T. writes on a variety of topics because nothing should be off limits. Twitter; @rtnotaro