Summer Travels II

Glistening horizon,
Moist air hangs between palm trees,
Grit, hot, between toes
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1 comment:

SandyCarlson said...

I know the feeling!

Your prompt "wrinkle" will be up at One Single Impression tomorrow. We look forward to your poem.

June 15, 2013 at 10:33 PM

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