Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

good while it lasted

21 July 2013

good while it lasted


relieved, a chaise lounge, shade, a cool glass of iced tea,

lulling sounds of waves caressing endless sand,

insect drone, grasshoppers, no scratch that,

lonely seagulls screech and call as they float above,

a slight tropical breeze, refreshing, with an

unidentifiable sweet scent, of flowers nearby,

a sky so clear and cloudless blue, soft, like a Robin’s egg,

When suddenly, a sun-bronzed god appears,

casting a shadow which I barely notice

when he smiles down at me. Politely, he asks,

with an island accent which melts me to

undisguised stuttering, "Am I disturbing you?"

to which I reply with a nervouse laugh,

"Not one single bit."

"Hey, have you seen my car keys?" Harold interrupted,

stepping out onto the 16th floor balcony

of our midtown apartment. "Whatcha doin’ out here?"

he asks, puzzled.

"Nothing, " I reply, "Nothing at all."


21 July, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry |

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