Lunch with a view

A dozen hours
spent succumbing to slumber
in a rented room

Wake up to heat
subtly excoriating
under the sun

The rising tide
skips over outer break,
crashes on shore

Real pork bacon
quarantined from other foods
in Muslim lands

for no reason beyond skin
color and looks

and drowsy, fighting against
this lethargy


About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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