Phosphorescent wake delights
In the quiet evening observation
As I'm swaying to and fro from
Intoxicating liquids.
All is quiet now. Faint hum,
Sea foam breeze, incoherent.
But that
Was all
Miles away from here.
I hear the bugs chirping now,
And tree frogs serenading.
Something has the right mind
For such a night.
Perfect humidity,
Temperate and unafraid,
The evening comes strumming in,
And soon I'll leave it,
In tasteless sleep,
To dwindle perfectly idle hours away.