In tall lady glasses
chocked with edibles
limes, pineapples, and bananas.
Sipped under emerald umbrellas
outside on patio verandas
with noonday brunch.
Swigged outside camp tents
against bougainvillea draped walls
golden liquid lunch.
Toasts in paper cups
in the back of a jeep
island elixir for afternoon tea.
About the Creator
Rulam Day
In another life I was a pirate, a race car driver, and a spy. But those are stories for another time. Rulam Day is an anagram of my name, Mary Daul. I publish under both.
Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk7 days ago in Fiction
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