Island
I see you now, in my dream,the way you'd want to be;
sailing away to some uncharted destination.
The orange sunlight dancing across your face,
and the evaporated salt water hitting the daylight stars
in small glints like fireflies.
With your sleeves rolled up, you drop anchor in the middle
of the bay,
solely to watch the seagulls fly above-head.
You rest your feet atop a cooler
containing three cold Coronas.
And there you pull your hat over your face,
and sleep in the misted atmosphere,
careless to what lies ahead.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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