It's fourteen degrees outside
As I shiver before the fire,
Dreaming, in defiance,
Of a gentle surf
Lapping at soft sands
And palm trees
Dancing gracefully
Before briney sea breezes.
I can't wait for the day
My dreams become real
And I find myself lounging,
Luxuriating in the warmth
Of the islands,
As I sip mai tais
And sign post cards
That say,
"Wish you were here."
:) This was like a breeze upon that ocean, and I was right there because of your vivid imagery, but then, pop! back in reality and a cold NY night, lol.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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