Sunday, August 7, 2011

King

She winks at me
Again.

And I smile
And start laughing.

“I love when you wink at me”
I tell her.

Then I lay back in my beach chair
And let all of the good stuff
Wash over me
Through me.

It feels not bad at all
To be me
In the sun
Right now.

I am a king
In this small universe.

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