Sails line the coast
and the sun reflects
off silver on the table
as I pour my Dos Equis.
The wind flirts
with triangle white
and the waitress’ dress
as Spanish music plays.
Cars arouse the window
with a lively flow
as the waitress
brings my lunch.
Fabric stirs, ice glistens,
the captain’s eye bubble —
I see their brown luster
and wish I could sail.
