We long for
the simple days
without the
Hustle and bustle
and rustle and tussle of
the ******, I
mean city

A margarita on a beach
sipped out of a
pineapple her hand
gently ever so gently stroking my...
arm
as the rays
of the celestial ball of
flame burn the sand
a
bird flies overhead and
is kind enough not to drop
spatter
upon our heads
kids playing on and
on and on
The waves lapping against
the horizon...