On rare occasions a man (read: ten year old me) must also throw a rock at another man, who’s standing shirtless across the creek -- right hand holding a beer, left arm held up like a target -- shouting “hit me!” while mistakenly assuming he won’t actually be hit
On rare occasions a man (read: ten year old me) must also throw a rock at another man, who’s standing shirtless across the creek -- right hand holding a beer, left arm held up like a target -- shouting “hit me!” while mistakenly assuming he won’t actually be hit
This poem makes me want to go back to the beach. I also enjoy it’s slice of life quality.
Amazing
Being at the beach this week, this poem is about my son
#yesallmen
Love this
Wow, this poem is just wonderful!