Relaxing, Are You?

Afternoon, friends and all others. I hope you’ll all enjoy the poem today. Reading it should be like writing it, you’ll smell the sea and feel the sand, the cool shade of the tree you’re sitting under, and just, finally, be able to breathe. Without further ado…

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Under a Tree

On a cloud above the rest,

not the ground we so detest,

peering down at all the ants

as gulls pirouette and dance.

Fearing there upon the shore

there might be some kind of door

to that place I’d like to go.

Much anticipation does it sew.

By the sea

there is a tree

under which I’ll sit

for just a bit,

think a while

and maybe I’ll smile.