O how I love Midsummer’s Night.
Your boot prints in virgin snow.
Blessed God hewed figurines.
Clothes pins gripping dungarees.
All the women walk along Waikiki Beach like models on a runway.
With your buckled boots shined so nice.
She splashes whiskey all over the desk.
To the ghost in your mirror.
Photo by Michael Sean Erickson in June 2017.
Sometimes, it is just plain wrong to double space between lines.