Mai Tai Sunset

Rum floats on tropical juices
Gentle breezes make the torches dance.
Waves caress then crash on the rocks.
The Earth prepares for bed.
Tourists reach for fading light.
A softness invades the bar.
Quiet periods of people staring.
Dumbfounded by an orange sky.
As the sun begins to fade
I’ll raise my glass to match its colors.
Another Mai Tai please.

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