by Judy Hensley-James

Created on: October 26, 2009

Having a Good Time Without You

Just dry gusts whipping up August dust

Flying for sure beats the heck out of

Sitting here alone, rolling over stones

So hot they could bake bricks on them

Chipping shards of sand against my face

Glitter like mica in granite and the sea.

The sea, yes and you were swimming

And smug, fancy that, Dan

No heated discussions over transportation

Just sneers served as observations

We need rain alright, only brine in perspiration

Nothing nothing seems missingWhat?

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