SANDY SHORES
north northeast it blows bold
and hearty - rain with her she
brings not much of a surprise,
devils tear the sky apart
with their daily merriment,
apostles at the corner stand
hoping for incantations...
sky birds blown southward
by their gusts - trust is no
longer a secured monument,
through the foaming brine
soldiers march with their
body boards in tow,
looking for the prefect wave,
it's been a month or two
daylight offers little hope
for the seas residents as
boats sail in and boats sail out
and never are the maidens
bothered by their presence
or by those who pull the oars,
sandcastles no longer stand
in the wind - children no longer
tumble in the surf - days no
longer bended by time are
welcomed on the almost lifeless
vacant southern sandy shores.
with their daily merriment,
apostles at the corner stand
hoping for incantations...
sky birds blown southward
by their gusts - trust is no
longer a secured monument,
through the foaming brine
soldiers march with their
body boards in tow,
looking for the prefect wave,
it's been a month or two
daylight offers little hope
for the seas residents as
boats sail in and boats sail out
and never are the maidens
bothered by their presence
or by those who pull the oars,
sandcastles no longer stand
in the wind - children no longer
tumble in the surf - days no
longer bended by time are
welcomed on the almost lifeless
vacant southern sandy shores.
September 9, 2024
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