Treasure Island

Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Soaked


I am soaked to the bone,
No wind.
But I didn't shower,
And it isn't raining.
No wind.
It's hot, very hot.
My clothes are dripping.
No wind.
I'm soaked.
To the bone.
No wind.

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013

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8/15/13 Alton Texas

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