hiding behind masses of cloud
but emitting his rays nonetheless.
The angry red triangle
near the base of my spine
is nothing to the expanses of pink
That soon cover my face, my arms, my legs,
and my unoffending back. A quintet of dolphins giggles.
hot to the touch,
cold shower droplets should almost steam upon contact;
But I survive,
and hit the boardwalk, only to be rained upon,
and, back inside, fail to see fireworks.
Another June has gone by,
But, somehow, here still am I...