I surmised that summer is a summation of several sun central sanctities. Under no undo duress have I undulated towards this uninhibited understanding. Mention of moments meandering across miles of Myrtle Beach’s mystic majesties, messy sand and meat seeking mites aside, make me mirthful. Yes, merry that my mission may emanate from change in meteorological conditions. Erroneous would be the equation if I evade earth’s elastic emollition of ether. I’m ready to restrict myself to restful relaxation reticulated ritually, rarely warily and...
Wide eyed Willy with whiskers gone pale
Stands taught, tight and tame as a muskrat’s tail
Once snipped and stitched with a nimble hand
Willy takes his place before hearth rug and fan
Barren brains aren’t bothered by woes of the field
By wet winter wanderings and the spoils they yield
Not by heat, hunger or hindsight of what is or what was
Just by shadows that dance as the coals’ glow is lost
His friends stand tall on shelves high and low
They stand there for hours as the stories go
Just he sits down on hearth covered floor
Moved by the...