Monday, October 21, 2019


There they are all sitting in the shade as the brutal sun blasts down
Retreat to the breezer for warm wine and a smoke
Barely distinguishable from the mottled scrub and turkey bush half light
Serving out the interminable furnace of day, Longing for the night
Like the day before, they ate fish and slept in the sand by the fire.

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