along the wet sand I walk
a quiet escape from life around me
shells scrap the bottoms of my feet
and in my state of calm the
touch is hardly noticed...
no seagulls fly overhead
my thoughts and I are alone,
no animals on a leash do I tend
no a wife with whom to hold hands,
a chorus of ideas pass through
imitating the wind that is obviously absent,
the last light of day warms my body's
left side as the right is wet with spray,
small waves crash near me
a constant reminder that the oceans
never fade away like our lives.
December 29,2024
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