Sunday, Sunday The warm makes my tattoos sizzle, Thank ya Lord for no drizzle. The sun bearing on my face, Maybe I’m just out of place. I lean outside on my rock, Bare feet, without socks. The dry earth between my toes, Allowing the day to unfold! Share this:TweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by J.R. Valdes Blogger. Podcaster. View all posts by J.R. Valdes