Paradise surrounds me.
There are no cloudsonly the blue of dreams.
Queen palms slow dance
to the soft, fragrant breeze.
Outdoor tables
along cypress planks
that lead to sea. Glass
of zinfandel , basket
of warm pumpernickle
with herbed butter. Quiet chatter
surrounds me along with the hawk
of gulf birds.
You walk in, old friend, so glad to see you
written in our smiles. Sunfish mores
in a slip nearby. A seabird
begins his dive and we turn to witness.
Lunch is served by handsome waiter.
We catch up as we taste
the nectar of Circles Waterfront.
