The sun is napping behind a cloud,
though loud plane engines call her awake.
Pollen is prancing around the patch,
and tiny critters follow their lead.
A big dog lies on the patio,
his smelly body absorbing heat.
You rest here with a pen in your hand,
tossing small diamonds into the sand.
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by Aleksander Mielnikow
(Alek the Poet)
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
The sun is napping behind a cloud,
though loud plane engines call her awake.
Pollen is prancing around the patch,
and tiny critters follow their lead.
A big dog lies on the patio,
his smelly body absorbing heat.
You rest here with a pen in your hand,
tossing small diamonds into the sand.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
(Alek the Poet)
