Kristin Rides

I see palm trees and green spread across the city

I see the ocean and smell the salt in the air

I can see sailboats and large white rigs dotting the water

I hear exotic birds, hiding in the palms, calling to one another

I feel the cool breeze and warm sun on my skin

But there’s one thing I don’t see, I don’t smell, I don’t feel on my skin

That leaves the scene glaringly incomplete.