Almost A Pavement Cafe

[El Wow!]

Almost A Pavement Café

Almost a pavement café,
we sit barefoot by the sea,
peering out from our Hernando’s,
window seats and a wrought iron table,
well-elbowed and
glazed in red wine shadow.

Perched high up
we survey those gull’s blushes,
from flirty terns,
and staring down
sunny day strollers
host their shopping trawl
for the fashionable.

Past your swimming eyes,
I mentally tip toe onto
a small island of beach that surfaces,
its grazing pebbles, up for a tan,
loll sweetly where the sea laps,
and somewhere warm within me,
we are arm in arm.