Besieging me with her exquisiteness was the sea. Palm trees rustle, rejoicing in a seamless tune. Anegada sends echoes from an aging graveyard of polished conch shells gleaming rosy pink. Caribbean an indigo blue, crafting elusive ripples in unison as gliding pink flamingos shriek gently.
I am delighted that my poem, “The Nature of Jazz,” was published by Spillwords Press NYC. I am grateful to the staff for publishing my work. If you enjoy my poem please leave a positive rating on Spillwords.