Alluring Waves
lines of white wave form appear
on the sand like cocaine waiting
to be snorted but disappear before
I can motivate myself to leave
the comforts of being under an
umbrella in my shaded lounger;
imaginations run rampant when
having little else to do but conjure
up words on paper as my partner
reads the words of another in some
pathetic and silly romance novel;
Myrtle has changed very little in
the last three decades of coming
here unlike the Outer Banks that
has almost disappeared from view
and on whose shores we used to
visit until a rip tide pushed us away;
time has been unkind to us both
and aged indifference does not help,
but, rest and relaxation, for us, has
changed and we are now, more or
less sitters and not the doers we used
to be no matter how enticing waves
attempt to lure us into the water.
30Sept16
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