BEACH POEM #2

WHEN THE BEACH IS MINE

I like my beach best just after sunrise
night wind gently slips away
early laughing gulls suffice
as heralds of another day

I like my beach best when it’s just me
and a figure far to the south
throws a cast net expertly,
circle perfect like a mullet’s mouth

I like my beach washed in pastel hues
soft shadows stretching to the dunes
muttering wavelets scrub my spoor
Chesire footprints fade once more Image

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