My Happy Face
Sol ascends, yet there's no brass band,
merely some shouts from drunks by the pool.
And it's one more day of sun and sand,
here upon this tropical jewel.
As I scan the sea for more cruise ships,
waves tickle my feet in frothy foam.
And salty droplets sting crackling lips,
as sunrise blankets the reef in chrome.
On a beach of coral and limestone,
happiness is purchased every day.
Coming from regions unknown, folks flock
to this island paradise to play.
The air's heated by a ball of flame,
an energizing force; no man owns.
And yet, each day, it's more of the same,
I crave the wind, rain, and wild cyclones.
Tourists wake to their dream in the sun,
and it's time to don my happy face.
For they remind me my day's begun,
as I crack a smile and pimp this place.
(Quatrain)
8/30/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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