March 7, 2004

5th of July (Rhet 202: 3/2/04)

The sun seared my skin
as I laid in the sand,

hands crossed behind my head,
faded blue hat pulled down

blocking out the light.
I heard the voices

of my friends and the children
playing on Michiganís shore

and for once in my life
I had nothing on my mind.

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