Rum and Poetry

Island sands and rum -
dreaming of sunshine and sea.
Tropical daydream.

Peeling paint on old
wooden shutters shaking in
the summer night storms.

I can smell the smoke -
Summer nights outside
with Cuba Libres.

Aaron's Haiku:

I can taste the rum -
it is delicious in me.
Pirates are cool. Yaarrrrrr.

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Tonight we smoked Cuban cigarillos and drank Cuba Libres on the porch. And then we  proceeded to watch Black sails and enjoy more of the rum...until it was gone...why is the rum gone? Here is the result of drinking rum and wishing for tropical weather. Aaron decided he wanted to write a Haiku too!