marie hold me

more of the best kind of days
arranged as the slow massage in the wind
readys you for the slow spiciness of
ingedients which make the afternoon advance
even the plants and flowers look around
happy to see us gather and smell the sound
organizing each of the layers to complete
little street tacos over some heat and some drinks
dining and returning for a pile of seconds
maybe a nap or just put up your feet
every hour about as relaxed as can be

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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