Tuesday, November 14, 2006

little things - 11/14/2006


she walked on
sand with me
our feet naked
open on
against night
we walked
between the sea
and moonlight
and spoke
only of
little things
we talked
of kelp, sandcastles,
anemone, dreams


Blogger Sienne said...

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. :)

1:44 AM, November 15, 2006  
Blogger gwern said...

beautiful beautiful beautiful.

8:10 AM, November 15, 2006  

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