Salty

He was salty.
Never had a reason.
Didn’t matter the season.
The man was as salty as the sea.

He was salty
In June
In December
In May
Under the full moon
And in every possible way.

He never had a reason.
Didn’t matter the season.
The man was as salty as the sea.

He was salty
For breakfast
For lunch
For dinner
For brunch

He never had a reason
Never mattered what the season.
The man was as salty as the sea.

January 2021 Writing Prompts – Putting My Feet in the Dirt

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