Where Are My Flip Flops
sunlit magic
gritty hot sand
flip flops, umbrellas,
The smell of suntan lotions
Ph30, Ph15, Ph-something else.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Burning of the feet
Where are my flip flops?
Who wore them?
Where did they go?
Where is my hat?
I am going to get burned.
You tan, but I will crisp up like a marshmellow
That has fallen into the embers.
Same as last year
And the year before
The day the beach opens
Same routine
Same sun
Same burned feet
Different group of friends though
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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