Holiday In the Sun
the chartered
bus stops in
an aire of
released
brake
pressure
clambering
while clamoring
out of the bowels
of the snake hissing
door's mouth
spitting out
pork and
souer
kraut
you wouldn't think
we're in Greece
tropical colors
of Hawaiian
sunsets
offset by white
socks pulled
nearly
to the
knee
the smell
of sunblock
cooking on flesh
frying pans of fat
men and fatter women
my friend Hans
said not typical
American
tourists
but
his fellow
countrymen
Germans
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