Night spoons
In memoriam, Dean Peerman,
senior editor at the Christian Century
A Tiki hut sleeps
on the beach at a shabby resort—
unpainted weathered wood
propping up the grass roof over
a small sea of chairs and tables.
The bar inside glints
with varnished mahogany,
backlit mirror
reflecting rows of bottles,
every possible kind of liquor,
glasses lined up or hanging by their stems,
steel sinks, bins of ice,
swizzle sticks, tiny straws,
stacks of skimpy napkins,
paper umbrellas to decorate sticky drinks.
