Monday, After the Rain

The playa showed a bit of her history,
Not wet, but soft and sticky,
Growing around my feet,
Like she wanted to cover me with,
A muddy gown, clinging to my soul,

The shadows laid out like spider’s legs,
Long and black, straight and crisp as we embraced,
The sun, just now orange and half gone,
Was giving up the last of his day’s warmth,
And, we layered on the costumes,
Bright and shiny, soft and silky,
Still sexy, not giving in to it,
Expression is our skin,

Mother Nature’s cold embrace,
Paws at our bodies, numbed by,
Fuzzy eyes and the vibrations that come,
From a life’s worth of love,
Rounded out by the comforting,
Hug of a dusty nest, that was made for us all.

by Christopher Robin Drake AKA, Ace

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