Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

Six dry summers.
Twelve varying degrees of sand.
Warm toes
soft soles.
Holes in my skin.
Freckles on my face.
Wind through my hair.
Glint from my specs.
Six swift swigs and a pass
a drop
a broken bottle quenching the thirsty mostly-blue earth.
Watch the puddles trace.
Just ask me to stop.
Nod off against the rust
and ride off into the twilight.
Sunrises unknown. Far far off into the east.