Jimmy
written by: Greg Massey
@PoemCrafter
That brown L.A. haze is no longer looming on the horizon.
There is far more than a cheeseburger in the paradise where you are, and the salt shaker will always be found; it will be near at hand.
That one particular harbor is finally in view, and its dimly lit beaches allow for a pirate to look at forty head-on with a smile.
Monday will come.
Perhaps at five o’clock somewhere,
But Monday will come-
and you will be knee deep in the water somewhere
as you relish that last mango in Paris.
We will see you soon, you Son of a Son of a Sailor.
JAN/FEB 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Greg Massey is an American writer and poet who resides on his farm in Olive Branch, Mississippi.
He obtained his B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of MS and an M.A. in English/Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
Greg is an English professor at Northwest Community College.
He obtained his B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of MS and an M.A. in English/Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
Greg is an English professor at Northwest Community College.
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