missing the malls
on the ocean beach
she gathers shells
a city girl to the core
shopping still in her dna
afternoon wind
all the beachcomber’s words
blown out to sea
salty eyelashes
the sand stings her skin
cold beach walk
on sun-warmed car seats
two sweatshirts
destined for the same
whirlpool washing machine
high tide
the beach leaves a mark
in her book
limpet shells stuck fast to the rocks
surrender to the waves
a special beach
i put a pebble in my mouth
before leaving
a seagull watching me
seem puzzled at this action
smelling the light
on her tanned shoulder
home from the beach
trekking sand into the house
that lovely replete fatigue
I couldn't help smiling at 'destined for the same whirlpool washing machine'! I'm with seagull - why put a pebble in your mouth! 😊
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ReplyDeleteI echo Kim's sentiments - the idea of washing machine and whirlpools etc. really made me smile, and hark! to the pebbles in mouth :D
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