Tonight's Poet Corner: Honeymoon In Honolulu

Honeymoon In Honolulu
by Belinda Roddie

He wore a shark tooth necklace,
but she was eyeing his sister
at the bar on the beach, watching her
stir sunset Mai Tais for a good sunrise.

He sported a strong tan, but she
liked the scorched red of his sister's
hair, and when she served her a drink,
all the waves ceased for just a second.

It was like percussion stopped,
but the music continued (the melody
didn't need rhythm on the sand), and once
he finally left, she took his sister

across the shoreline, where they split
a local beer, told stories, then kissed
twice before it got dark because
they both were scared of their shadows.

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