ozone

I am lost in an ozone haze
the humidity of July
seeps into my brain
like a pea soup bubble bath
 
I need a new occupation
watching cormorant colonies at the seaside
living in a grass-thatched penthouse
on a breezy cliff by the bay
 
I'll have no tan lines
gray hair will accent my color
and I'll bank veritable millions
in gold-plated joy
			
               
               © Chuck Beals 2002