Markus von Huene // FLORIDA BEACHES

Staring out the window of the plane,

Into the earth below, fields and roads passing by

like a board game.


The palm trees and humid air,

Salt water and sand everywhere.

The blue skies and blistering sun gleaming down.


Through the small town square

The warm wind whipping against my face,

Salty air rushing through my hair.


Finally to the beaches,

Hot to the touch from the sun.

The water cold and refreshing.


The sunshine state,

The warm beaches and

The occasional refreshing breeze.


Burying my feet in the sand and lying back

In the perfect oasis,

A home away from home.