Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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it is summer

June 6, 2014


a candle flame
wax melting I smell
a car is heard driving from my left ear passing to my right on the boulevard,
just prior and soon after, a wave turns onto shore
currents of wind brush wind chimes, crafted of spoons and a central bent fork
the scent of jasmine punches my nose
the flutter of a gnat does not leave my ear
wind brushes hair not restricted by a tie
frogs speak
cricket jumps across the welcome mat,
a dying palm frond breaks, falls to sea oats and sand.
heat to escape and desire,
heat envelopes,
sand cleanses,
and ice cools
it lifted from boxes filled with taste
bugs bite, sting, enjoy skin
skin breaks
sun block bullies baby oil
bicycle tires turn in hard moist sand
hats bring shade, less wrinkles, and less spots that worry
life jackets make safe the ocean kayaks
paddles brush the jellyfish
mom and dad worry,
keep little bits on the smallest end of surf


crave the sea, its warmth
Its sound
Its rhythm
Its pulse
let the gnats bite
let the fish sting
breath in salt water
it is summer




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I LOVE this…. it come from the heart… and I can feel it…


June 6, 2014

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