The scene: a bar where palm fronds leaf the wall;
The time: around noon and the sun is high;
The vibe: saturated colors, lights drawl;
The deal: over handshakes, my insides sigh:
I am a pedestrian eccentric,
in a world of sun, glares and sticky palms;
I look left – while my compatriots look
askance at my bright presence – and stay calm,
since I know change is coming, by hook/crook:
I must go take a swim in the livid
blue pool, chlorinated just to remove
the ineffable stain of thoughts limpid
against our obscurantist grotto groove:
I guess that's why vacations must exist –
Paradise the payout – cest action gist.
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