Jamaican Mystery

Denise Shelton
Oct 12, 2023
Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

My lips are salty
Seasoned by sun-warmed water
Coaxed into a smile
By the antics of Ace
The resident cat

A glass of Red Stripe
Slick with condensation
Skitters down the bar
And stops

By my hand
Without losing a drop
I lift my eyes
To ascertain
It’s origin

The door snicks shut
The curtain flaps
My benefactor
Remains anonymous
Ten years on I wonder
Was it even meant for me?