Okay, here is a poem I read at my writers’ group today and they say I should post it. There was much controversy about how to pronounce Cuba Libres, but they’ve been my drink of choice for 40 years, so believe me, I know how they are pronounced outside of Spanish-speaking countries, and everywhere else (including Africa) Cuba Libre rhymes with zebra!
The Spinster and the White Hunter on Safari
After giraffes and elephants and zebras,
and one-too-many Cuba Libres,
love under white mosquito-netting
was not so much a matter of her letting
as it was of giving back what she was getting.
And then, the full picture of the detail I published for the “Yellow” photo challenge here. No, it isn’t crème brûlée. What it is is a detail of this detail:
Detail of a dead fish on the beach. Are those really eyelashes?
I really didn’t mean to fool you!