and limes in my drinks

and limes in my drinks

it was a hot balmy summer day

in July

we were at the beach

chasing a cool breeze

running in the sands of life

retarded

hoping for liberation

but only creating more friction

in the flow

damn it was hot

the children neverminded

our discomfort

and i wish we were able to as well

Lime Marguerites

and Lime in our Coronas

only served to exploit our weakness’

but no worry

a few more

and they would seemingly

disappear

until tomorrow

Sand was everywhere

a noble quest

was to count the grains

that we could somehow

possibly understand

the exponentialness

of creation

and God

let me see

where should i start

in the mean time

sweat was dripping everywhere

adding an ambience to the day

something to remember

or forget

this is the stuff memories are made of

the frolicking of peoples aspirations

to escape life and live

for a brief moment or two

quite a profound dichotomy and comment

and here i sit several years later

gathering

conjuring

visions of faded pictures

hung on the walls of dreams

where i am still that young man

and life and Monday is before me

for ever

as i am frozen here

dwelling

on a Hot July day

making mud cakes

with the Sand

sweat and perspiration

and limes in my drinks

1 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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and limes in my drinks

it was a hot balmy summer day

in July

we were at the beach

chasing a cool breeze

running in the sands of life

retarded

hoping for liberation

but only creating more friction

in the flow

damn it was hot

the children neverminded

our discomfort

and i wish we were able to as well

Lime Marguerites

and Lime in our Coronas

only served to exploit our weakness’

but no worry

a few more

and they would seemingly

disappear

until tomorrow

Sand was everywhere

a noble quest

was to count the grains

that we could somehow

possibly understand

the exponentialness

of creation

and God

let me see

where should i start

in the mean time

sweat was dripping everywhere

adding an ambience to the day

something to remember

or forget

this is the stuff memories are made of

the frolicking of peoples aspirations

to escape life and live

for a brief moment or two

quite a profound dichotomy and comment

and here i sit several years later

gathering

conjuring

visions of faded pictures

hung on the walls of dreams

where i am still that young man

and life and Monday is before me

for ever

as i am frozen here

dwelling

on a Hot July day

making mud cakes

with the Sand

sweat and perspiration

and limes in my drinks

1 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.