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Summertime Blues

I should be making mojitos,

and grilling lechon asado.

Hard to do when your body aches from head to toe,

and you struggle for a decent breath,

and the thought of food makes you wretch.

I should be lying in a hammock,

getting in an afternoon nap,

with a breeze carrying the scent of pork roasting low and slow,

Instead I blow my nose,

raw, red and irriatated, and

wonder if i’ll ever smell again

Categories: Poetry
  1. July 13, 2010 at 5:46 am

    It sucks to be sick in the summer. Love the image of lying in a hammock with a breeze. 🙂

  2. July 13, 2010 at 11:05 pm

    I hope you feel better soon, a lovely poem from the heart 🙂

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