Sunning by the Pool

 It was the twelfth of March,

twenty fourteen,

but it could have been

any day that summer,

or the one before, 

or the next five.

South America had

slimmed me down,

made me brown.

My body greedily

drank up the rays,

heedless,

heedless of future days.

Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.