WHERE HAS ALL MY COMMON SENSE GONE?

 

Like a naïve little girl

Who doesn’t seem to know

The sun can be blinding

Whether in grass or in snow

 

Playing ukulele outside

Cold day, but sun on my back

Reflecting off the glaring white paper

Propped on the sheet music rack

 

After practice, stumbled back indoors

Oh, what a surprise

Like Hendrix’s purple haze

Saw only green through my eyes

 

Green, green

The Earth calls to me

Saying Florida’s sun

Mustn’t be taken lightly

 

When will I ever learn…?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My back yard glare

 

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