little things - 11/14/2006
Listen
she walked on
sand with me
our feet naked
open on
black
against night
we walked
between the sea
and moonlight
and spoke
only of
little things
we talked
of kelp, sandcastles,
anemone, dreams
she walked on
sand with me
our feet naked
open on
black
against night
we walked
between the sea
and moonlight
and spoke
only of
little things
we talked
of kelp, sandcastles,
anemone, dreams
posted by grog at 9:08 PM
2 Comments:
I grew up in Southern California, and I lived for the beach. After reading your poem, all of the memories are flooding back: bodysurfing, chasing the waves, sand between my toes, good friends, beach volleyball, bonfires ... the incomparable giddiness of being out in the water where there is nothing but ocean and sky. Time for a road trip, I think. :)
beautiful beautiful beautiful.
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