HOW OFTEN I DREAM


IV.

Can you pick your dream
shade and white sand and sea sparkles
cool beach breezes
vast vista of whitecaps
the humid salt air
smell of tropics
outside the only place to be
tan tshirted and sandalized
waterspouts and false horizons
what a hoot the hurricane
madness at the tiki bar
palm fronds flying all hell broke loose
thunder on the tin roof

how relaxed I was then
even as the money ran out
who wouldn't want to go back