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Ode To Sandy


Ode to Sandy She is the Sunshine’s first kiss every morning This kiss is an event so grand it does not lose its splendor by occurring daily since before time could be measured for those fortunate enough to gaze on this public display of affection It should come as no surprise even the ocean falls victim to envy on occasion she has been witnessing the love of her life sink passionately into the skyline of New York every evening for over a century they caress without discretion and the city remains lit throughout the night way after the Sunshine has retired taunting the Ocean with her afterglow Ocean known for her predictable ebb and flow wanted to remind the world she invented passion and fury so she grew arms reached out and slapped the daylight out of that harlot New York stayed dark for days
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