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The waves bring a song of

wind and salt

married to the sun on

your skin.

 

Drink  in the sound of gulls

and umbrellas whipping,

keeping beat with the water.

 

Close your eyes and listen to

the music of babies crying and

chairs folding.  Hungry children whine

and complain.

 

Sandy feet struggle to walk by you

leaving grains of heaven on your

Skin.

 

Swimmers bob up and down

calling out to each other.

Sunscreen creates a beaded

barrior between fantasy

and reality.

 

 

Worship the hot sand in your toes,

Surrounded by ageless broken white shells.

The coast’s muted colors take away the

noise that fills your life.

 

Time does not exist here, until you gather

your belongings, introducing your

feet to the concrete world again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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