October 26, 2009

  • Beach Poem #2

    WHEN THE BEACH IS MINE

    I like my beach best just after sunrise
    night wind gently slips away
    early laughing gulls suffice
    as heralds of another day

    I like my beach best when it's just me
    and a figure far to the south
    throws a cast net expertly,
    circle perfect like a mullet's mouth

    I like my beach washed in pastel hues
    soft shadows stretching to the dunes
    muttering wavelets scrub my spoor
    Chesire footprints fade once more 

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