Vacation, Day 1 Succumbs
The sun sets westward
into the bay,
moon rising behind, over
the ocean.
Calypso music gambols, glides,
buoyed on the silky breeze.
Toes settle into sand.
You sip, savor a swallow
of fruity, coconut
concoction,
inhale the salt scents,
exhale your last care,
spent.
PSC/2014-Apr
Written for
2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 30 – A “calling
it a day” poem:
Mmmmmmm. Yes, please. To all of it. :)
ReplyDeleteMmmmm me too! I could definitely go for this right now. Thanks for sharing my virtual holiday. :-)
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