Today’s poem is about a sauce I first had on some delicious bacon sandwiches while helping build a Celtic roundhouse. Or maybe it’s about skinny-dipping in a river. Or possibly nostalgia, and falling in love.
BBQ Sauce
Sweet Baby Ray’s.
The sweetness, the depth,
The warmth, and the slight grittiness.
Reminds me of those sweaty days,
Salt-stained from hard labour,
Washed away by the lazy river,
As we walked timelessly home,
Through the burnished sunset.
Dani O'Shea 