The rain had a steady beat.
When the waiter informed them
Better pay up now
Before the lights go out.
My right eyebrow arched, as I returned from the powder room,
And heard the update. This was news,
A predictable power outage.
All things being equal,
Today belied any evidence of this being,
Paradise or the sunshine state.
Power was desirable and necessary.
They didn’t dare let the fish fume over it.
Or the patrons.
However, this announcement dangled,
Like an ominous sign, like
Alice considering which pill to swallow.
Then the clouds parted, and the rains stopped.
Was it a miracle or a twist of fate?
This pardon from doom and gloom.
Or was it the outstanding wine pour inside.
C. S. De Dona 4-13-23
C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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