Favorite places while visited in dreams often times are re-visited. I know that I dream of Rome often.
Ah, but now you’ve inspired a rill. Let’s see...
I’ve never regretted time
I’ve spent at the beach.
I do not ‘comb
but wait for treasure...
a starfish abandoned to the shore
appears at my surprised feet.
a sand dollar is offered up
as though I were a panhandler
with a sign thus:
will slack for soul-food.
Or a proffered sunset so beautiful you could wish to
cast away to an eternal shore
of the cosmic magnificence
and survive on dreams of light and color
Too Hot, Too Humid, Too Much Sand in the Car
all stand as sentinels against the ungrateful.
But the treasure-haunted soul
is like the sand,
it waits for the sea
to bring what it will