under yes under
a sky bloodied red by
the sunset of this resort town
i crossed the street
calm easy and clean
the path laid forth to
fresh air and ice cream
a moment away from a
return to my refuge
and the familiar scents
now sit on the soft edge of bed
loafers on feet and pipe in hand
the unrest of a past
with a shortened future
where the oceans wait
with the reward of cold beer