The waves bring a song of
wind and salt
married to the sun on
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
Sandy feet struggle to walk by you
leaving grains of heaven on your
Swimmers bob up and down
calling out to each other.
Sunscreen creates a beaded
barrior between fantasy
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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I can smell the salt air! XO
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