Sorry to be a bit late with this one, but I wrote it literally an hour ago. Had to let it sit for a bit to make sure it’s not too bad to share. I don’t think it is. What do you think?
By Michelle Garren-Flye
Warm sun burning skin,
wind’s touch cools, swirls sandy beach—
but I am not there.
Wanna come with me?
We’ll watch the waves crash ashore,
feel peace for a while.
Wait, though, I’m not sure…
Waves, wind, and sand are precious.
Do I wanna share?