At five a.m. the boats go out to fish
And I can hear the waves crash in below.
Three native waiters are off to serve the rich.
One walks with a tray of food in tow.
Our room sits well above this daily fray.
Since we can't sleep we're apt to see it all.
The other guests' revels made them pay
For last night's wild Cabo Wabo ball.
It's just turned six and traffic noise joins in
To punctuate this sleepy Baja dream
And now a lady's laughter joins the din
While bathers hit the ocean with a scream.
The flowers below proclaim it's spring.
I wonder what this day will bring.
--James D. Starkey
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment