Afternoon Poem

When the clocks were ticking away, until it hits on twelve, not much of insect buzzing around, you've got the picnic tables and benches to connected each other, a peaceful green cut grass would be shorter and sweet, young couple of infamous bare naked feet to walk on, not even on the street of sidewalks left and right The burning southeast sun came, a zigzag wind was blown so soft enough, to hear something crackling waves of Mississippi River, among many boats, were sailing away, some other benches were sat and sit certain way, unmarried and married couples, enjoy the moment of their own lives fulfilled, no worries about work every time straight ahead, no worries about to drive and stuck into the horrifying traffic jams everywhere, just let it fly resourcefully on the briefing day in afternoon

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-13-18