Twilight

The sweet taste of mandolins
mellow
with crisp celery
chives and cellos
and nothing to think about
or do
while an orchestra
plays a symphony
and there's a view outside.

Palm fronds
gently undulating
tiredly, somnolently
nodding
almost dozing
while posing
against a pale blue sky.

At sunset
ceiling lights glimmer
inside the penumbra
as dappled patterns
glow against flimsy blinds
with background silhouettes
outside
of jagged blades
and the spires of distant pines.

Outside
as the wind rises
the palm fronds writhe
flailing wildly
as if trying to break free.