My salty hair crinkled
as I combed away the knots.
Seagulls burst into the sky.
My son hovered over the sand,
a hummingbird on a treasure hunt.

Key West clouds split the sun in half,
sprayed the sunset with yellow streaks,
pink volcanic ash and orange laser wisps.
Gray bearded, warm beer-breath Hemingway clones,
mumbled how the ocean swallowed the sun
differently every day.

It cost $100 to watch the scene from a catamaran
and $45 from a glass bottom boat.
Getting there with a cigar in your lips
and a drink in your hand was expensive.
The sunset was free.