These morning Palm trees painting clouds against blue sky
this sitting half-dressed with coffee, outside
these breeze & sunshine drenched streets
is the furthest I’ve been on my birthday
from my birthplace. Past birthdays
I’ve shoveled snow, layered up for the cold
not walked on the beach, lathered in sunscreen.
This birthday where my tan is the birthday cards
that don’t reach me down here, & my present
is the smell of the ocean that will carry me
through to wherever I will be next year.
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1 comment:
Happy Birthday Dan, this is beautiful :)
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