Elsa

All these constant issues, that deny your needs, raise other issues, they hang like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, ride out in a peloton, standing by the beach, you say let me be, love’s just out of reach, not particularly elegant, our frugal solidarity, but money starts its dance, a manifest delicious, waltzing to its earthly creed, between shore and distance, salty tears continue , your eyes gaze out to sea, a pocket full of tissues, lay scattered at your feet.