she sends a photo of her feet
in white sand,
a drink with an umbrella
in her hand.
you can see the blue soft
roll of water
edging towards her.
she's in no hurry to leave,
to go home, to winter,
to cold, to snow
on Christmas eve, so she'll stay
a little longer.
play a little longer,
lie in the warm sun
and be home when she's
good and ready. just one
more day.
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