The
Life That Could Have Been
By:
Mylinh Nguyen
A
sun burnt face, sand between my toes
In
my yellow poka dotted
Sippin’
on pina colada and grape vines
after
a long eggs benedict breakfast in
the
California breeze.
Laying
on the brown shagged carpet
as
I tan, the smell of periwinkle
oceans
salts come crawling in.
A
can of paint trickles across the sand.
The
breeze caresses the peacock feather
across
my face and hair.
We
continued to lay out past three,
The
sun reflecting on his oily skin,
creating
a luscious coffee color.
Is
that the mystery man Mohammed
or
the great Kareem Abdul Jabar
I
see?
There
is no other way,
to
spend the rest of this
African
Safari day
without
the picnics of horseshoes.
Where
the ants and cat come crawling in.
Ocean waves breaking, on rocks with a train crash
High-tide, its time to grab my dinosaur socks and go.
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