Holiday

Striding along
no fear of the world
moving through crowds
cowl shaped
unseen
dancing in the sun.
Holidays are short and sweet
actually rarely taken
so the decision to make a day
moving through masses of humanity
ignoring
the violence
the hatred
the damaged souls
concentrating on the sun
sand
clean smell of the beach air.
Death strolls along
scythe in hand
sand between his toes
robe to be discarded
when he finds a place to laze his bones.
Sept. 28/19

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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