The Tropic Bar

THE TROPIC BAR

Evening on the tropic sea
Drifts across the wave to me.

Cracking on the turquoise reef,
Isolated from all grief,

Heat-white day beneath the sky,
Icy through a dark mai tai,

Surfboards, torchlight, summer girls
Focused on the water’s curls,

The sky above horizon’s knife
All I wanted from my life.

Orange-eyed, the syrup leaves
Birds transfixed beneath the eaves,

Sand as amber as my drink
(Which may dictate what I think).

A wave, like light, descends
From the sunset at its ends,

Past and future, left and right,
Riding down the sky to night.

Decades sparkle through sundrops,
Bouncing off umbrella tops.

Now, before the music starts
Or rum affirms our broken hearts,

Become the night you mean to be,
And walk across the beach to me.

December 26th, 2004 (or earlier)

Rewritten May 19th, 2022
Kaiholu