Regret in paradise

The ship sailed long

ago. Maybe there’ll be

another along soon.

Or sometimes soon I

suppose. It’s not like

there’s much to do

now except wait unless

you want to go

outside the terminal and

back to your hotel.

Or maybe a coffee

down by the waterfront.

Or visit the local

markets; if you hurry

you might even catch

the morning show by

Mama Julie — always like

the music and colour

of her dancers’ outfits.

Perhaps you could even

go hiking and climb

Mount Olive and stare

out at the ocean,

full three-sixty views.

Jaw-dropping vistas of

this tropical paradise. You

never know, you might

even get to see

the boat sailing toward

the horizon. And later,

as the sun sets

and the night comes

alive, you could wander

down to Nicos for

a bite to eat —

I hear the coconut

rouffios are superb with

a Malibu and orange.

And the company is

always great when the

locals decide to create

their own impromptu dancing

sing-a-long which I know

you liked last time

you visited. And then

you might stroll the

lapping beach and enjoy

the ocean breeze warm

upon your satisfied face.

Yes, the boat has

left. Not much left

to do but wait.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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