Laughter with a View - Aug. 27, 2025

three thousand miles away

my friend is off to the daily afternoon

cocktail party on a large deck

at his island’s yacht club

I hear a seagull, the lap of

seawater, the clink and

tinkle of ice, feel a breeze,

smell the ocean

can you get more relaxed

than a drink with a late-day sigh,

a stir of laughter with a water view

and time sitting next to you

now, I’m back here, 112 outside,

a skin-frying sun, the road

giving off waves of heat and

my shaded gazebo, a fool’s lure

my pool must feel sorry for me,

in a scalding breeze it shimmers

and catches the same harbor sun

that my envy has seen

sparkling water, a squeeze of lime

and lots of ice is a step

in the right direction