It is after dinner
Clois DuBois looks down
his nose, he's very fruit
forward these days

a clink of crystal,
down the hatch, bottom's up,
pump the bilge, land ho!
well, not quite

Two camels guard the Plaid,
a soft spot for the weary
the place to leisurely surf
atop another or beside

Music fades to white noise
the surf more frothy,
as el sol surrenders
to Luna
and she to him

06/06/2006