A trysting couple
about to kiss each other
by an opalized light of June
that bathes the seaside promenade.
Van dwellers dancing to a gypsy
accordion like dogs barking
around a bonfire.
The sea hushed and aglitter.
A solitary poet at a bench pub sips
a glass of frothing Guinness
and waxes lyrics on a serviette
about the couple the squeezebox.
The moon waxing full
over the twilighted promenade
regardless the sigh-lorn poet
and the lovers now parting
gloomy without a word.
In a red and white puppet booth
Judy takes a swipe at Punch.
The van dwellers still dance wildly
under the spell of gypsy tunes.
©Aric S. Queen
