by Bethany Lee

Can we compromise
Sucked in to the Florida sun?
Feeling unfruitful.

Cheated by cheap plastic toys
and buried treasure.

Credit card profiteers
Get their fix
By the stitch in our sides.
Leaking lovehandles…

A lit candle drips,
Singeing the layers of paperthin skin.

Smile, it ends well.

Swinging like a yin~yang.

Sway, I may,
the moon will wane,
and grow full again.

Waves descend and let the shoreline breathe,
Collecting enough air for the next plunge beneath.

Riding a circular slip’n’slide.



Posted on 10/10/2007
Copyright © 2024 Bethany Lee

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