Wrong

I am QUITE content to sit on the lanai, eat my MANGO, look at the GOONY flying by, and take a break from all that is WRONG and stressful in the world.

Georg’ann

Swimming toward the reef,
Face down, eyes scanning
the tropical water is clear
though with each stroke
my arms brush aside WASTE
the WORLD is strewn
with discarded humanity
floating bottles are the message
nothing contained within
continuing my search
as if nothing’s WRONG
me in the dump, seeking treasure

Heather