Lounge Chairs

Lounge Chairs

Lounge chairs wait,
as excursion-goers
trickle back aboard.

Beyond the glass,
cruise ships wait,
as do their
lounger brothers.

A short
escape from
we slept
we stopped

A stranger
to him still,
her beauty
overwhelms his
monkey brain.

His desire is
to do no harm,
cause no pain,
(his resistance
may crumble),
feeble cries
of his surrender
fading in the
chilly breeze.

High winds
made stingray
a danger,
a taxi ride
to Hell
and back
were there
was left.

His memories
fade as
time marches
unstoppably past.
And he
must follow,
if he will.

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