May 2017
The wind plays with my hair like a lover.
I'm left disheveled and laughing.
I'm drunk on sunlight and that particular shade of blue
of skies that have secrets, and they're not telling.
I'm left disheveled and laughing.
I'm drunk on sunlight and that particular shade of blue
of skies that have secrets, and they're not telling.
©Renée Casey May 2017
