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Thank you for the lovely poem..I love walking on the beach.
So good to see you here!
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
Oh so lovely!
There it is not gone! Reminds me of OtterPond :)
Beautiful images and the second stanza is absolute gold. Love the sand dollar reference.
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