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beachpoem


~ From Sketchbook #13 ~

 

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11/24/78

I walked barefooted
on the beach today
and into the water.
The dunes spoke to me,
waved to me
with their sea-oat fingers.

Shells smiled
and winked from
the warm sand.

Vari-colored bubbles
swam and popped
at the edge of the sea.

Blue shadowed wheat
grass begged to be
painted.

And the music of the
ocean was a
fugue from Bach.

Warm browns
cool blues
spicy golds
twisting in the
lowering sun.

Gulls searching
for the evening meal.

And the presence of
God in every
glistening dot of sand.