Golden Bay

Golden Bay

A Poem by Danielle Browne

The Golden Man sat everyday at Golden Bay with his slice of cake
from Aunt’s bakery in one hand
and his toothpick in the other.
Golden Man smoked while he ate and always chuckled with icing on
his bruised lip.
And everyday he rode his blue folding bike to only God knows where.
“Have you seen Golden man today?” asked little pink boy.
But today,
the bike was crumpled and bruised like Golden Man’s cakey lip.
So today I stood barefoot in the creek at Golden Bay, next to Golden Man’s
split toothpick and ate a
piece of

© 2017 Danielle Browne

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Added on April 9, 2017
Last Updated on April 9, 2017
Tags: golden, man, bay, creek, beach, water, lake, cigarette, toothpick, poetry, line, breaks, concrete, detail, bike, ride, life, death


Danielle Browne
Danielle Browne

New Zealand

Creative Writing student ♡ Aspiring to be eloquent and elegant. NZ Instagram: @honey.swirl more..