Just One Last Shot

Beneath the hopeful
ever hungry
and watchful eyes
of assorted gulls ..
He sat there feeding
crumbs to our
harbour sparrows ..
At least those
that bathed in the fine
red dust,
that settled between
his weary,
sandaled feet ..
While also, I might
just add ..
Casually working on
his winter tan ..
And reflecting long
and deep upon
every single one of
those he had once
either loved or lost ..
Now all gone though ..
And then ..
The terns came and then
they came again ..
Tiny diving,
jet propelled jewels ..
With bills filled
full of silver fish upon
their eventual rising ..
And his heart
did leap again ..
So he ordered another
medronho shot
before eventually retiring ..
Content and satisfied
that another day
had not yet been wasted ..