WORDS OF THE LIVING
(BEACH)
Water shimmers in a rock pool
Crabs and seagulls controlling the land
Our toes hug the soft, smooth sand
As we approach the beach
I reach
For my surfboard
Surfed. Bored.
Read my book.
Write my book.
As our toes hug the sandI stand up again
My feet rush to the water
I see a woman with a child perhaps her daughter
Splashing the white water
dissipates
On the straight and narrow
Listen to the song of the pelicans
Please can
I let my toes hug the sandSo I ran
As fast as I could go
Towards the waters edge
My feet hits to water
I throw myself under
And I realiseThe beauty in the world
Blue skies
Mountains rise
From the ground
Sandy deserts
Bliss on the outskirts
Of citiesTrees, mountains, seas
Spring, summer, silence
Clouds, cactus, California
I wanna
See it all
Every inch, every mile
Every place, every town
I wanna go now
So I get out
And my toes hug the sand
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