Day 311 – Sunday, March 19, 2017

Temporary Thaw

Oh thank goodness for the plane that flew my ass down south,
Drying just a little bit; leaves good tastes in my mouth

Waterlogging stopped awhile and fungus growth did slow,
Mold and mildew in my life, did not have space to show

Wandering a desert flat, reminders I forget,
That drip of moisture down my neck; it wasn’t rain but sweat!

Memory of the summer’s sun, –my bod could use the roast,
Tan me ‘fore I scare a dog with legs white as a ghost!

© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow,
-Mo