#115: Another Poem Because I Feel Like It

POEM

What a week, huh?

Here’s a poem about the Santa Monica sunset. Wish you were here.

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the sun is so yellow
and the ocean so blue
I want to call Crayola

send up a prayer
to my third grade art
teacher Mrs. Livingood,
a prophecy foretold

the slick of the tide a mirror
the mountains silhouette
depth in two dimensions
shimmering crisp and wet

then everything
dreamsicle on cerulean 
melting into dusk

remember the horizon
is not the edge of the Earth 

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I’ll get back to the humor posts eventually, promise. Until then.

ily bye,

Ariana