Mistype a date –

A year, far in the future ~

Will have left by then. 

This year it grows hot –
Read, cook, drink outside, also ~
The first mosquito.

  

Toothpaste for breakfast –

Stomach still awaits first smoke ~

These fourteen long years. 

Even paradise –

Has its ports, its containers ~

Yes, the spice must flow.

(My regards to the people of Freeport and beautiful Grand Bahama, a credit to their friendly and welcoming nation)

  

 

Flotsam and jetsam –

Battered plastic toy rhino ~

Relic of our age. 

 

Sand encrusted boots –
Conversations on the beach ~
Ignoring the waves.

Sand encrusted boots –
Conversations on the beach ~
Ignored by the waves.

Sand encrusted boots –
Conversations on the beach ~
The waves crashing in.

 

The ebb and the flow –

May rain on warm waves, chatting ~

Good conversation. 

 

Seeds drifting through space –

Some copter, captured on ferns ~

Finishing a book.

   
 

  

Azalea blooms –

Candying the short walk home ~

Sweeter still in rain.

  
  
 

Distaff family –

How I love thee so ~ but still ~

I’m glad for the boy. 
 

Distaff family –

Much joy with thee, yet more when ~

Small Man holds my hand. 
 

Father at his place –

As different as equal ~

Yet it must be earned. 

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