hectic blues blend with upbeat melodies
on hot summer afternoons at the beach.
water comes, water goes,
flying beyond your reach.
your eyes are lazy, bathed in orange,
gaze lounging in the heat.
and instances pass as your glass
eyeballs sink in shallow creeks
of our pasts and presents--
creeks that drown you in the waters
of opaque crises on summery afternoons
under the sun....
lounging at some beach
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ESOTERIC PHILOSOPHIES
Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
