Sunlit Thoughts

Sun-baked

brown, burnt

hill.

Dead,

Crunchy,

Greying,

Pine needles.

Shield me,

From the

Chaotic sound

Of the world,

Packed into

Their cars

Gliding by.

I am

Ponderous

In the sunlight.

Watching the world

Pass,

In a warm,

Beer laden haze.

Where

Do they go?

Why

Must they rush?

A smile,

A sip,

And my mind

Moves

to other

Sunlit Thoughts.

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About Derek Rizzo

Author and poet since I remember, I finally decided to live my dream. I'm writing a fantasy novel. Follow-me to share my progresses and glimpses of my story as it comes to life.

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