It seems so natural
with the moon bobbing on top
of the water
like a drunken rowboat,
and the waves hypnotizing
the shore.
Liquor-sweet lullabies
forming along the edges of the evening.
Crabs like tiny winos
sidling between shadows,
weaving their way home.
A tilted bottle catches
glints of light
giving the golden liquid
a glow, summer-sweat sheen.
Leaning back against a dune,
watching the promenade of stars
sputter and flutter and shift,
dizzy dances.
Their rhythms repeating
like a strobe,
increasing with each shot.
The great sea slurs
up onto the sand,
crest stumbling over crest,
scattering shells
haphazardly here and there,
tossing them away
like empties.
Lovely poem from a poet who's obviously been there. Haven't we all, most of us. Thanks, martin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poetry with drinking words woven into the theme brilliantly. A pleasure to read from top to bottom. (hic) 10 Karin Anderson