Outside the Sea
The wind blows in through the palms from the East Sea.
The turtle doves and humming birds scatter like buckshot
As the cows approach.
In the rafters above, a hundred mice and their charges,
too small to be seen, scurry away
From the waking bats.
Outside a man with a white stick preaches about injustice
And how the world is wrong. Me?
I’m just glad to be here, waiting for your perfume.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2016
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