intriguing footpath there by the ocean
laying next to that bleached blaze of sand
I've watched as your fears dropped discretely
then roll to the side, jumping behind some disengaged rock
no one scurries when the palms begin their slumber
tipping their hats as the seagulls glide past
their songs and dinner in tow
tell me, what stories can you spare
of those who travel above and around
skipping lightly or scuffling slow
tell us today as we gather to hear
the tales from your well worn abode
were some excited to see those great waters
churning provocatively like a dark, sultry vixen
teasing the senses with that suggestive glimmer
of turquoise splashing between quick peeks of white
the footpath thought for a moment or two
then, sighed with a great release
come back tomorrow or later today
for now, I just need to think ...
(1.10.08)
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