I Want It Now
Right now I’m thinking,
Beach, ocean, sea, waves and gulls around me;
Sand and salty breezes in my hair;
It’s nineteen degrees outside and I’m frigid,
even here, inside.
I don’t suppose an obliging house elf
Would conjure it for me, would he?
What am I saying?
There he is, napping snugly beneath my electric blanket;
The one he won from me in a poker game!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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