A sunny anachronism smiles here
Devoid of melanoma's whispering
No dermatologist’s warning, severe
Darkly shades this innocent sun bathing
Remember when the sun was more benign?
Making warm caramel of pale, cold flesh
When galaxies of freckles were a sign
Of hot adventure and a spirit fresh?
A nimbus of naïve pleasure glowed then
From bodies blessed by vitalizing light
To bathe is to become the denizen
Of a soap bubble world, scrubbed clean and bright
How wholesome and pristine this lost world was
Rays were caught there without question or pause
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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