The dreams of idling away in wealth.


Newfound Loot

Leaned against an afternoon Antiguan wall,
sombrero pulled just low enough  to shade
a surreptitious glance at passing tawny legs
or
Hammocked in a Thai bamboo cottage,
the shimmering Gulf at jungle-edge as
her lean brown body bends to serve the tea
unless
Australian bonfires grace some lonely beach,
casting dancing shadows across her smile
until we turn to embers, she and I
providing
Someone comes-through with newfound loot

Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection
BROKEN PIECES
available here in print
or as an e-Book
in your favorite formats.