simply notes from a tropical front

blue, unblinkingly blue skies and heat, scorching

white sand, warm, jewel green water,

laughter and shrieks

the salt in my short curls

with a sprinkle from a sandcastle or two

that will drift down my back

as I stand in the market checkout line

heading home to make dinner

later, as nightfall nears

the daily thunderstorm offers dramatic excitement

and some place for all the damned mosquitoes to breed.

Comments

[leslie M.]

Ah yes. Florida in the summer. I remember.