A BEACH NIGHT PLUG

Lines of lanterns weave       
tropical paths,  
    manicured
    as only Florida condos can,
and beckon me
on the balcony
looking down

at footbridge shadows
    framing air;
arches
lifting away
from the day
toward waves,
sounding in the dark.      

Flood-lighted
palm fronds
undulating in the breeze
teasing me –
exercising octopi ,
    knees up, on their backs 
    playing keep-away                       
    with a beach ball,          

while
through the door . . .  left ajar
Reality TV intrudes.

Descend?  Leave the other three?
Rude?  Or
opportunities to explore
for poetry?

Dennis R. Keefe
May 25, 2009

May 18, 2006