let us lie in the sand and talk softly
we shall pretend the satellites
are stars
and the ash flakes
are hushed moths
the embers,
fireflies
and that the
smoke
tastes deliciously
of ocean spray.
Fourth of July
let us lie in the sand and talk softly
we shall pretend the satellites
are stars
and the ash flakes
are hushed moths
the embers,
fireflies
and that the
smoke
tastes deliciously
of ocean spray.