Thunder rolled offshore
by the dancing light horizon.
I sat quietly on a wicker chair.
Through the boring pouring
on that somber, humid morning
open seas were surly churning
the fathoms of the mind.
I creaked atop that wicker chair.
Facetiously; I was grieving.
Though in fact I was not leaving
the waves did seem appealing.
I spent the daze careening
on that rickety wicker chair.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Thunder rolled offshore
by the dancing light horizon.
I sat quietly on a wicker chair.
Through the boring pouring
on that somber, humid morning
open seas were surly churning
the fathoms of the mind.
I creaked atop that wicker chair.
Facetiously; I was grieving.
Though in fact I was not leaving
the waves did seem appealing.
I spent the daze careening
on that rickety wicker chair.
