Leeward

[serge gurkski]

Leeward


Drowning leeward and the surf's up
at Big Sur, with a glass of Rum
in my hand I stroll through
the garden of never kept promises
and
rejoice...

surrounded, clouded by
a flock of hot
Misses Riddles.


It's a dream, a booze-fed one.

But not too far from reality.
It's close to being real.

I so suggest
to trigger me to start swinging again.

Leeward is where the winds end
and I've been blown off and away

enough.


(to Boz Scaggs: Miss Riddle obviously ;-) )