summer in p.e.i.
the clouds are some kind of spray in the sky and
there’s some pink
while the leaves are starting to turn you put your hand on my back like
it should be there
then you squeeze as if to say “it’s fine.”
but, i lean away into the sunset and think of the first time i touched the
ocean
in p.e.i., i pissed into the water and into my long shadow
and
the old man watched me
with his hands moving in his pockets
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robert walton is passionate about too many things. his work can be found at rwlovebugs.tumblr.com.
