Sump tears a Henry


I call him Henry,
in the aftermath,
and splash on cheer..
To call him hardened,
though obtuse.

All dark of skin,
2 red eyes speak of

I smooth away the day,
With hopes for summer,
sun-styled, irie..

Parked, on nature's beach:
'Hablar, un poco'...
Such a test away,
In term of solo...


Trust, unto the Lord.

                                 jimtom say...