The Beach Belongs to Us
The ocean is gentle today.
The sky is a gray mattress.
Humidity hangs in the air
like an old TV show.
The rest of fam damn
is off playing laser tag.
It’s just you and me, my love,
embraced in our peace.
Thanks everyone for a wonderful month of poetry
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That’s a special time, described especially well. Thanks for sharing, Mike. Enjoy the rest of your summer.
“Humidity hangs in the air/like an old TV show.” – love!
You got some wonderful poems from that vacation. Thanks for sharing it and them with us.
The sky is a gray mattress. Sheesh! You are a unique poet Mike. I’m glad to know you.
Yep, whew! “The sky is a gray mattress.”
Thank you for sharing your work and for being a part of the conversation about my work!
Wish I were there with you and Bunny, Bill! But this is the next best thing.
I love this poem and the feeling you share!
Thanks, Mike! It’s always a joy to read or hear your work!