(Painting: Untitled by Raoul Dufy)
After shoving everyday clutter beneath the bed,
stashing laundry in the closet behind the stair,
leaving Mexican take-out menus to stew in a pan,
she carefully slipped into a cool scented bath and
away from her boring reality she swam.
In the glow of a festive flickering candle and
the frosty margarita she held in her hand,
she rode sweet salty waves to exotic far lands
where laughter played like a boistrous band
and humdrum one-notes could ne'er be found.