What a week, huh?
Here’s a poem about the Santa Monica sunset. Wish you were here.
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
I’ll get back to the humor posts eventually, promise. Until then.
ily bye,
Ariana
Thanks for sharing!
I'm all in for this pivot to poetry. You go girl! 🎉