and the sun is
warming the long
muscles in my back
and the beer is cold
and ****** on my lips
and the smell of onions
caramelizing with steaks
on a pop-fizzing bbq
is tickling my nostrils
and my soul is unfurling
it's wing...there is a hope
of the joy of spring
in this friday afternoon air
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
and the sun is
warming the long
muscles in my back
and the beer is cold
and ****** on my lips
and the smell of onions
caramelizing with steaks
on a pop-fizzing bbq
is tickling my nostrils
and my soul is unfurling
it's wing...there is a hope
of the joy of spring
in this friday afternoon air
faculty barbeque...in the warm and pleasant last day of the work-week sun
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