Winding westward, following Phoebus

His stamina starting to wear as he wears his crown of light

Everywhere clouds, a wash of white.


Iwojima’s leaning flag,
Lifted with rising with flavors-
Orange and raspberry sherbet.


Sitting in the warm sun,
Soft breeze rolling down the street,
Water drips down my glass.

Heartbeat slows with the moment;
A blink,
A bright skirt catches my eye.