An unknown beauty

of lavish dark hair

and eyes of desire

awaits me in the stretch

of bougainvillea

just outside of sleep


Revelers down the beach,

loud with Scotch and rum,

guffaw well after midnight


Wind scatters papers off the table

of the lanai

and I rush to salvage them


The surf booms against boulders

standing between paradoxes


Too bright, too, the moon