1 min readSep 4, 2020
💚 (I loved this poem, the sights, the smells, the love, the past, this perpetual present time, a Guinness or two, a whiskey or cognac, fill me with spirits, bring me home to my land, where is that place, you may ask? Here, here, this body, this heart, this scented dry land, with thorns and tall grass, also that ocean, you can smell in the night)