retirement benefits
I pick up
sand dollars
Published by
S. M. Kozubek
After retiring from practicing law in juvenile and criminal courts, S. M. Kozubek spends more time now writing poetry (especially short-form haiku and tanka), short stories (adult and children), flash fiction, plays and other works. He also leads writing workshops. His poems have appeared in ICON, Journal of Modern Poetry, Frogpond, A Hundred Gourds, Prune Juice, bottle rockets, Acorn, Skylark, Atlas Poetica, and Break the Cycle. He is a member of the Haiku Society of America. View all posts by S. M. Kozubek
I wish. Since I've retired I don't have time to go to the beach. Great poem.
Very good!
Nice!
I like this one. It has a simple yet clear message. It is funny and profound. The best combination. Well done!
I like your poem and find it funny but yet wise–being in touch like that with nature.
Grand! Love everything about it.
S.M., I felt my imagination grow from your nifty verse, my thanks!
__ Now: Did I imagine "tour" trips, or "flip-flop" trips? _m
trips on sandy shores
from this retirement check
in sloppy flip-flops
Nice also, Magyar!
Thank you! This one speaks to me.