we Watch july’s final sunset from a Hill
cheap thrill
golden full moon rimmed by stars that spill
melting into the blue waves’ sound
surround
a striped sky globed protectively around
like this small beach town is
all there is
pink
pinkdrink, tipped matches,
tea room, my mind attaches
Marcia’s cats are mischievous
fishing grey smiles and jungle spotted thievery
palm trees
a reminder never to drink alone
from a framed man and his talismans
a bar cut into thirds
how is it that a painting speaks of its creator without words?
winnie-the-pooh walls and wooden beams
sing us to sleep, but the morning steams
all sunshine, hot tea, and muffin crumbs
you call me Lady
my hands go numb
amber honey, thin syrup, glass bottles, iced tea
buttery rolled lobster in the clouds
artichoke hearts and vitamin d
a soulful walk to Hammonasett
tiny towels steeped in sand
our day in lists, firsts and new places we’ve kissed
all so perfectly unplanned.
Setting The Barre 