Under the Shade of a Fig Tree

Horseshoe shaped Flamenco Beach
One mile across
White fine grained sand
the locals call diamond dust.

Blue sky
White clouds
Eighty five degrees
Trade winds moderate the heat.

Six inch wavelets meet the shore
Small surf breaks
on a sand bar fifty feet out
Water only waist deep there.

No gray water here
No gun metal blue water here
No dark green water here
Like in Washington state.

Water here is
Turquoise blue
Turquoise green or
transparent.

There is a MILF
Sunbathing thirty feet away
Bikini top and short shorts
Nice tan.

Jabba the Hut’s three sisters
are lounging on chairs
in the sand
Under shade of a fig tree.

All have tans
All reading books
Guessing all divorced
living on ex-husbands money.

The one
in a one piece
Has shape like
a barrel.

The one one her back
in a two piece
has the bottom part
pulled over her dewlap.

Big fat t_ _ _ _
look like
water balloons
lying on a floor.

The other one
just looks
like
Jabba.

Damn
the
MILF
left.

Now one guy
shows up with
five girls.
I bet he has the car.

Three girls lay down on their backs
Heads pointed to the ocean
instead of feet
Interesting view.

Paulette swings in a hammock
slung between two palm trees.
Legs dangle from either side
Not a care in the world.

It’s still
snowing
in
Seattle.

Culebra Island, March 2009
Terry Suddarth

Hungry

“Are you hungry?” she asked

One hour after breakfast.

 

“No. I’m drinking rum

and eating chocolate cake

with burnt butter frosting.”

 

Culebra Island, March 2009
Terry Suddarth

Flies

“Did flies attack
your food
when it came?”
 
The outdoor restaraunt patron
asked the couple at the table
next to his.
 

“There are
flies
here” answered the man.
 
“But I
wouldn’t
say they attacked.”
 
The man held a fork in one hand
and casually waved his
free hand over his plate.
 
Everyone waved one hand
to keep the flies
off their dinners.
 
The unhappy man attacked by flies
stood up
picked up his plate
 
and ordered his wife
to move to the next table
ten feet away.
 
“Honey, I don’t think
it will make any defference”
said his wife. 
 
She followed
him
to the new table anyway.
 
Mr hates flies 
didn’t
stay long.
 
Fool thought a fly
incapable of following
a distance of ten feet.
 
I had a Coke.
Fly
took a drink of Coke.
 
I had red snapper.
Fly
got some too.
 
Had ranch fries.
Fly
had ranch fries.
 
Cole slaw was good.
Fly
thought cole slaw was good also.
 
Shared ketchip and tarter sauce
condiments
with flies.
 
Flies don’t attack.
They are just
always around.
 
Flies are part of
the tropical
ambience!

Flies
Culebra Isalnd
March, 2009

From Where I Sit

Patio style chair in shade on deck

Feet elevated resting on another chair

Don’t have to do anything except relax

Some kind of tropical tree in front of deck

Tall coconut palms sway in trade winds to right

Green coconuts nestle where the first fronds emerge from the trunk.

Grove of some other kind of palm occupies space to left

Yellow butterfly went by on his way to somewhere

Boat no longer seaworthy has been reincarnated into a planter

The boat is bright blue, red and green

A name is painted in gold on the side

Id number still there

Looks like it would still float except it’s filled with dirt and plants

Some are blooming red, some white, some pink

One has green leaves that turn purple on the ends

A pearl eye thrush sits on the railing

Green hills shimmer against the pale blue sky

Path to the beach is bright in the sunshine

The air is mostly quite and still

Only an occasional bird chirping nearby

These mosquito bites itch like crazy

March 11

Terry Suddarth

A Wasp in My Coffee

 

 

 

 

Laying in a hammock
slung between two posts
on the veranda.
 
The hammock has
yellow, orange, red and black
stripes.
 
Swings slowly
from
side to side.
 
Motion is
remarkably
satisfying.
 
Air temperature is perfect
not too hot,
not too cool.
 
Tee shirt, shorts
and bare feet
feel good.
 
Wind blows
more than a breeze
but not too much.
 
Palm fronds
make rustling music
in the wind.
 
Bamboo wind chimes
somewhere nearby
sing deep soft notes.
 
Different wind chime
somewhere else
adds tinkleing accents.
 
Combined effect
of sounds are
calming and peaceful.
 
Cup of Yaucono
Puerto Rican coffe
waits within grasp.
 
Just made coffee
spiked with
8 year old rum.
 
White sand beach
only
fifty yards away.
 
Even better,
handsom woman in a small bikini
walks by and says hello.
 
This is the moment of paradise
guide books
talk about.
 
Wait!  What’s this?
god damned wasp
has flown into my cup of coffee!
 
Drowned,
it floats
on the surface.
 
Stinger extends
from the the evil
black and yellow butt.
 
Shit!
Even paradise
isn’t perfect!

Culebra Island
March 9, 2009
Terry Suddarth