Will Shootman

Liquid Sunshine

She always called it liquid sunshine

She said Coke tasted better in the islands

And put two sticks of butter into

Everything, he recalled

And his head hung and heaved

And I took little steps up to him, and helped him stand upright

The boat swayed and they scattered her into the deep

And he and I sat in the net crossing our legs and watching the sky

Him saying all the while





And drops fell on our shoulders

We held our eyelids tight and laid back

While the clouds broke and the rain fell through the light of the sun

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