From Our Deck-Front In December

From our pink deck with a Jarra cocktail table-set We sit awaiting sunset with an ‘Hawaiian absence’ of seagulls As dusk comes with violet echoes across the spotted water, from the resturaunts comes a wine hubbub - table- laughter Mountains, marshmallowed in occasional cloud on this still night- constant torchlight on quiet water un-moving palms, paddle sounds A swanky stingray drifts past A shadowed water taxi and strangers who wave at us Suzanne Delaney