Sauna Air

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July Covid-19 P.A.D. – Day 28
After The Workshop

“YOUR FITNESS REGIMEN IS OVER FOR THIS POEM-A-DAY EXERCISE.

HIT THE SAUNA. HIT THE SHOWERS. WRITE A STEAMY POEM. WRITE A SHOWERY POEM.”

The sauna air
outside leaves him
with no taste
for exercise. He
takes a break, rides
a wave in the ocean,
lotion spread thickly.
He turns sickly when
lifeguard’s whistle
sounds. Everyone Out!
We have spotted
a shark!

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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