summerstraw — a tiny poem

If you asked me i’d say summerstraw

my favorite season

a 2.99 cent hat

one or two beachtowels all striped the colored umbrellas dotting


this is where we peel off everything


curing the ills of winter

the bonechill of the dark

and we run, running into waves, running into glisten the water shimmering around us the waves lapping at our barest feet the seabirds crying

on the edges of this particular shore


summerstraw — copyright 2011 — all rights reserved — Valentine Bonnaire

ps:  My novel Heart of Clouds is uploaded entirely into  I have the most wonderful editor, omg, am I ever lucky.

Happy Easter to you!

& wish me luck because tonight I am going to wish upon a star.



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