Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Return journey blues


Like drones, all descending through dank, cool air.
Simple hours detach a sultry hot breeze.
Stubborn attire leaves sun kissed skin bare
Warm breath leaves in clouds from their clement bodies

Antipodean are hankered and yearned
Past the conveyer of their yesterweek
Dragging the luggage of Landry, spurned
Assembled in haste, no wish to fold neat.

Weighty and weary, surrendered to home
Faces depict Father Time as a cheat
How could the fortnight be over so soon?
Fleetingly wanting time stuck on repeat

Holiday Sun now a near memory
Softening blues with a nice cup of tea.

Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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