Weekends Away

This is a kind of continuing weirdo poem thingy I’ll update most days at @TessThePoet

After the meeting,
on the way back to town,
Liz took the beachfront road.

She was on her way home,
and terribly tired,
and so tense she hurt just from listening.

The last of the day,
was dying in purple and dusk,
far out over the ocean.

The day had been warm,
the first of summer,
and the evening still held that heat.