Remember that last summer beach,
the silk sand of South China seas,
sifting between your toes,
its talcum powder grain,
the shiver down your spine
whenever you hear a Mozart serenade,
the thrill of a popped cork,
the plumpness of a toddler,
the heat of red softened by a dash of white,
a lover’s sigh, your mother’s smile,
your best friend’s white lie.
That’s Tuscany Superb.
Now you smell the blush.

– Maggie Mackay

© 2016, poem, Maggie Mackay, All rights reserved

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