Dusk

Pale menu.
Filter.
Gently extrude,
the pinkest sandbar.
No, coral.

Pale menu.
Filter.
Blur more,
almost a swallowing.
No, absorption.

Just this once it would be nice
if the sun stayed up late,
You know,
to surprise us.

South

Its like fog
but it shines.

Its pink
but you can’t quite see it.

The exit’s shrouded
with hair
and hot pants.

Fizzy sodastream women
shudder to half bubbly beats.

A bit like beer
but not quite as tasty.