sea shell rising, 2015
beached
~
the big waves come in
and like magic
they come
in their vans
on their bikes, walking
boards on their heads
changing into their wetsuits in the parking lot
exchanging the latest
on currents and lefts and rights
then
crossing the hot sand
paddling out
closer to shore the body surfers
and boggie-boarders
and kids with pails
and plovers
and me
stake out our territory
~
higher up on the beach
at the cafe with chairs and umbrellas
i see you
~
i hope i don't catch your eye
but i am looking
i'd hate for you to think i care too much
but i do
~
i come from the waves spitting salt
shaking my hair dry
feeling the chill
which lasts
no time at all
stretching out on my towel
trying not to look back
but i do
~
i know what i want
but i don't know how to get it
i've been so wrong
so many times
~
i get out my sketch book and micron 05 pen
wishing i was one of the happy people
at least for a bloody hour or tw0
christ on a cupcake, give me that!
~
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-09-22 at 17:59
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