Fragments From Floyd

I think Jimmy Buffet would approve of my friend Colleen's beach poem, the one she's wishing for her writing group pals. Sounds like Margueritaville to me! And I think I'd look rather fetching with a hibiscus in my hair, too. Read more of Colleen's work on her webpage.

Book Signing: For Jayn and Katherine

One day we'll all write books
then retire to a tropical island
to live without shoes on our royalties
pick fruit off the trees for breakfast

We'll buy fresh fish wrapped in newsprint
but won't read the news on Iraq
We won't have TV, won't have to listen
to songs of the 60's being used to sell products

One day we'll live without clocks
have rocking chairs on an oceanfront porch
We'll write our memoirs on the backs of postcards
and forget how to drive cars

After swimming like seals all morning
we'll sip tea at sidewalk cafés
sign autographs for tourists under sky-blue umbrellas
We'll eat pastry but won't get fat

We might pose for the paparazzi
with hibiscus flowers in our hair
and while reporters from the mainland ask for our opinions
we'll be writing short stories on our café napkins

At sunset we'll dance on the beach
loose like kites without strings
until we land like sailboats docked at the harbor
to dream free verse under stars