Papeete, Tahiti

Remember how the heat lasted all night?
We walked to the café, it wasn't
especially romantic. We weren't in love were we? and the women
fanning themselves in the doorway, didn't they sound like moths?
We should have ordered something with ice.
I think it was coffee in glass cups,
and the saucers, glass.
When the sailors sent rum to our table
I think they were lonely
For all the girls in France.

by Joan Fiset