July 21, 2006

• The Shore

  Paint a picture of heat waving,

  searing
             
      Sun X-ray blue,

  a reflection,
  melting cars shimmering on asphalt.

  A pair of beach chairs, umbrellas

  puddle shade
  around their shoulders.

  

  The tide intrudes
  rising to meet them,

  hands languishing

  merg; witness
  the surge old as time.

  

  The sea breeze kisses them gently,
  the tide ebbs,
                                  in its wake the stuff of life.

  She turns to him and smiles.

  

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