Sabado

In patterns on your back
Your fingers outsides
Left gaps in sunscreen
With no rhyme or reason –
Just where your reach
Couldn’t achieve complete coverage.
Somehow the sun designed
A dolphin.

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At the end of a cloud-stretching tether
Dangles a tourist…
White-legged, white knuckled.

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Those braids, darling –
Vacationary nightmare
Temporary tattoos
Allow the traveler
To cut loose.