The cove beckons me
to the sea
it is really further
than it appears
We jinxed this thing
there is truly no honeymoon
just a wasted woman
squeezing lemons
in a timeshare skirting the coast
the tourists arriving
in colorful speculation
a rusty bus heading downtown
to the markets
Peddlers scream
all they know
buying is an art
swimming is survival
Let's party at the hotel
three flights up to
broken dreams, caramel flan
and tequila
Give me a key
the one buried inside
your crawling mind
let me grasp the future
or choose to bury myself
in a sea cave
drowning on a journey
to a cove of falsity and azure sea tides
avoiding the eventual
tsunami
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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