The dreams of idling away in wealth. |
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Newfound LootLeaned against an afternoon Antiguan wall, sombrero pulled just low enough to shade a surreptitious glance at passing tawny legs or Hammocked in a Thai bamboo cottage, the shimmering Gulf at jungle-edge as her lean brown body bends to serve the tea unless Australian bonfires grace some lonely beach, casting dancing shadows across her smile until we turn to embers, she and I providing Someone comes-through with newfound loot |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
