It's Still Life

Quite Right Slick Days

It’s one of those
quite right slick days.

Palms sway their great shoulders,
and waves curl, crash and bang
their weight against my legs.

And then I wake up,
and it’s still winter.

I just want to drive,
and keep on going
until lunchtime.

Image is Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden Of Earthly Delights. Written for dVerse Poets, De’s Quadrille #122 “Go” (44 words). “Quite right, Slick,” ref Mellow Yellow by Donovan    © Misky 2021