Saturday, March 17, 2012

Morning At The Surfrider

Jet-lag-sedated in a hotel rocking chair
Lazy-gazing, bemused and transfixed
By the tropical human cocktail
Being stirred and mixed
In the veteran colonnaded lobby...
Where various shades of untanned skin,
Bulging T-shirts, flowered dress,
Are urged toward their leisure
By the Trade Winds' caress.

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