instead of
playing soccer versus palm trees,
romping like baby turtles over white-washed sand,
get wet in “love me ocean” arms
instead of
drinking your azure blue treasures
and drowning splish-splash in your boyish smile
life hit me
like an avalanche
one-fifty miles per hour
oxygenated suffocation
before we crash
snow-swept
haven’t linked up with Galen’s friday flash 55 for a while – but today i managed to say it in 55 words…