Postcard

There's sunburn on my nose
Sand sticks between my toes
Sat by the pool
The ice cream's cool
No need for many clothes

It's thirty-three degrees
Warm waves lap to my knees
Think: sea bright blue
Beach barbecues
Huge coconuts on trees

I'm turning off my phone
Relaxing here alone
The sky's so clear
Wish you were here
I don't think I'll be home