Category: poetry

  • Love on the rocks takes the skin off your knees.

    The heat of the dayCan sear toes through your sandals.no wind blows awayany remnants of sandtill a tourist strolls bywith a hot screaming childdon’t they wish that the daywas a little more mild.With sunburnt red shouldersthe women walk proudly.and it matters no jotthat the days a bit cloudy.The sun has the girthof a giant hot… →