flow

in the corner i sat beat, as did the facia painted in tropical blue. a cackle of “yeah the lines look good”, to “we’re going in”, trickled thru ears. one by one this bar began to serve sun stricken sailors. the brief shade oh so sweet, i’d been fore & aft all day. “hi desiree can i get another round?” i bellied up to politely hand mates frigid kalik’s n heineken’s..

i gazed at the sun, in less than 1hr she’d melt off the horizon like a heaping scoop ice cream. her orange sky twisting like sherbet tangled in raspberry. this archipelago of islands were like tiny mint chips, or better yet small cays. at high tide 6 of us laughed, it was time, for the anejo n rum to flow..

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