The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178

 

Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2

 

POSTCARD FROM ARUBA

(8 November 2006)

 by Stanley H. Barkan

 

Trade winds

blow the palm trees

waving over

the tiki huts,

the thatched parasols

covering the

uncovered sunbathers

from Holland, Venezuela,

Brazil, Germany, America.

 

Cumulus clouds

turning gray,

though the promise

of rain is false.

The seas are too calm,

the wavelets, gentle,

the breezes promise

torrents somewhere

far out between the islands

where hurricanes spawn.

 

Iguanas crawl

up to the coconuts

dangling in bunches.

 

Sailboats,

wave riders,

jet skies,

and hang gliders.

 

Everyone’s drinking

banana daiquiris,

margaritas, iced coffee,

Heinekens.

 

The sun reflects

off the mirrored

aqua waters

under the blue

Aruban sky.