On this page we call today is a sky of chalk rubbed pale,
a lone surfer,
the morning soft and cool.
There will be dolphins, I said, and
there were-- tinted green in the translucent curtain of a wave's curl.
And willets rest, one-legged, while my heart rides
a single track toward you.
2 comments:
A lovely beach report/love letter in the form of a poem. I like.
Hoping for a speedy recovery for your man.
You write so beautifully.
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