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.