The day is slow and leisurely
Like an island holiday, a vacation in paradise.
By Tamara Beck
Suddenly it grinds to an end,
Over just as you are enjoying your latte,
Your umbrella drink, one cold dark beer.
The day ends in a brilliant sunset,
Clouds high overhead burst as quickly as they appear,
Out of nowhere, leaving puddles like
Lakes in the damp chilled ground
Sparkling pools for you to navigate around
Under a fool moon.