what it'll be, bub? he asked -
spinning the glasses into the air -
a day at the beach,
twisted tropical vacation
abba playing at the radio
ridding off the absolute stress?
or an alaskan ice tea
the alpine glow after the avalanche,
the good old times with
grandma's apple cider
after a hard day
pushing the apple cart
up and down the slopes?
the crystal glasses
sparkled.
the cocktail man smiled
spinning them as the radio
kept playing
lets tango.
exhausted and troubled
the man removed the sand
off his left shoe
looked ashamed towards his
five companions
and answered, searching deep inside his
thoughts
Just ambrosia to my spirit
and an attitude adjustment for
the rest.
(Diana J., 2007)