brightly shinning sun
blisters the eyes
floating in the water
without the misfortunes
of steady currents;
search for broken shells
as miners do for gold
without the fear of cave-ins
or being underground;
plundering pirate ships
in days of old ways
patrolled these shores
hiding from the King's Navy;
low tides give rise
to high ones and we
sit through both, never
having to move farther back;
big tires on jeeps
parade from one end
to the other,
one stand to another stand
passing along notes
as if still in school;
joggers jog
sitters sit
swimmers swim
readers read
but my days are spent
writing only thoughts.
25Sept16
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