Seagulls gently serenade the warm sultry sands

As Marcy and Deb had margaritas in hands.

Pausing between sips to prattle about what’s up.

Marcy in soliloquy let slip about hiccup

In her routine about her unctuous new boss

Who would go on about his ill perceived hair loss

And how each day blurs into next and Deb puts in

Her two cents about Marcy seeing life with grin.

Marcy is bemused about barefoot walks on beach.

Then meandered second thoughts and it’s overreach.

Deb’s eyes agape at thought of having Marce moving

Into her thatched cozy cottage and thus behooving

friend to start anew and paint seascapes or some such

Venue. Marcy with lilting air by thought charmed much.

By fortnight, darkness melted in day to light hand

Upon Marcie’s canvas horizon to expand.