The year had ended
ever so abruptly
But to no dissatisfaction of mine
It was that time of the season
that the sun became a mother
who cooked for her children
But to no surprise nor perplexion of theirs
Did it turn out to be
The cold earth
The memories were ablaze in my heart
But the Coke was stronger
I glanced up at a rosy sun
who smiled back
Warm sand beneath my toes
Dancing near the thunderous waves
The feeling of cool waves stroking one’s feet
may not be surpassed
the Heavens send rain upon
Or should it be that
The cold earth
My eyes spot sand castles
They were familiar, and yet distant
But to no caution of the sea
Should its tides carry them away
A parachute of dandelions carried in the breeze
Across the sea
But to whom should I give thanks?
Not the sun
Not the sea
Not the wind
the cold earth
But
And much respect to be paid
the cool summers of Alabama
The Swerve 