Dry Lagoon around the rocky bend Just past the tide pools Anenomies and Star Fish Where the beach is Where the agates, glassy yellow shine in the horizon sun
Sounds good When are you coming?
Around six thirty-five There's a harvest moon rising I have Del Shannon and the Drifters on the Spotify
My mom is in a mood I don't know if she'll let me go She's being way to profound yelling at the t.v.
It's okay Tell her you're gonna find some bliss She won't know what to do with this
You're my sweetie Come and get me I've got a baggie for the agates A "bonnet" for the sun I don't know the Drifters But come on around and Give me some
K.
Remember, save the last dance for me.
Quite a day of amazing poetry, so many brilliant writes, so much tragedy out there in our world. This is just a wispy interlude, hoping to make you smile