POWDER SAND
BY BRETT NIELSEN
Liquid clay capsize,
between my toes,
like beer that gradually shocks my throat.
Breeze whispers,
A fluffy white dragon spews powdered sugar,
blankets my footprints of hands.
The aroma of Christmas and vacation,
swarms my nose like bees making honey.
Hot pekoe comforts,
angry growls of Poseidon,
raging the hills of water to shore.
Diamond water overflows,
seeks revenge,
every villa
slowly disintegrates.
The moon and sun across with salaam,
chocolate heaven,
as marshmallows become instinct.
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