9 Fruit Dreams

That magical day when the stars aligned
The birds were singing in the air so sweet
Ocean breezes create a lovely treat
But days like this don’t last, I am resigned
For just one more moment, let me unwind.
Across the water, I can see a fleet
Of ships; I rise and pull on beer like a teat-
Oh, what goods! What riches have they consigned?
Maybe a new life for me to portray!
I rise to meet them but down falls my glass
On the deck I see–can it be? kumquat?
My dreams fall like cinders in an ashtray
The fruit boats taunt me; their task to harass
Then the light shifts and I wake with a shot!