But we all know frogs go-
BOOMBA! Will anyone be my hey?
The clatter of dice hitting the table
warm sticky air, the sound of coins
jingling for purchase in the yard
the first fleeting sensation
warm ripples of liquid teal
across my sole; rumbling
lightning flashes, perfectly white
laying softly in the palms
Here amongst the tourists
like a single drop in an ocean
that single white drop
of a seashell, the echos and roar
ringing in your ears; will it stay?
For how long?
In years to come when someone picks
up that shell will they hear?
Laughter and jokes; no
just the low roar; but yes
Remember this summer
-P.s http://youtu.be/EXRtF0bepNs (GOOD SONG)