Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: :3 PHINX to Tomorrow."
1) That late hour SWIM in a Pool or a calming-moonlight sea, that intrinsic reflection never fixtured in its anticipation, a subjection Un heard, a Chorus yet conceived to drive away hunger, desire or greed now saturates the Mind...of Treasure, Spanish Galleons, full sail upon Life's seven seas as every grain of sand upon an exotic shore, that idyllic beach & Tomorrows possibilities. That late hour swim. That Song of U & We.
2) ...The night was still. THUNDER, yet far-off? No lightning, no "spooky-whoo!"? Yup. The night was whatever. Birds-silent. The CATS had gone to ground; Scorpions too. The night, before the storm. Palm fronds-LANK, no breeze. The Carribean Sea. That's when WE old, exiled Pirates think of home & the Gals we left behind.
3) What PARDON can redeem your GIG? -3 Banshees/Scottish Play on a KOP to Curse/Huzzah! Do SINS - though they cast long shadows, do they ever forgive and WHO'S to tell your tale, some IAGO!? Lonesome the "Adventurer" now marooned upon Treasure Island surrounded by GOLD but no place to spend.
(I always ask people: Do U know the way to Rivergaro or San Jose?) HAMLET had the same problem.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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