August 30, 2012

The tide slips imperceptibly
Toward the farthest edge of the bay,
And in receding shallows
Gulls and children play. 

Lovers walk fingers folded
Form a giant fist,
From parked car to soggy bar
The slightest chance not missed

To look into each others eyes
With loving longing gaze,
And see the world reflected there
In evening’s amber haze. 

Yawning Spring reluctant seeps
Into this thirsty land,
Peepers peep lovers to sleep,
Daffodils their promise keep,
And rising waters slowly creep
To cover waiting sand.

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