Candi

A poem I wrote at 4 am.

Candi

Blonde hair a tangled rats nest.
Dirty hands, feet and knees.
Messy business this
building an empire of sand.
Sun pouring down in buckets.
You stand staring at me,
wearing your blue swimsuit
that emphasizes your pot belly.
I'm afraid, try as you might,
digging as deep as you dare--
The Lost City of Atlantis
is not up your nose.