Beach Bums
Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2020 8:11 pm
Seaweed-knotted water sleepwalks to a welcome-mat shore,
bumps forgotten edges, backtracks just as bored.
Warm-wet sand grabs bare pink-bellied fingers and toes
crab-crawling here-and-there for shiny shells and who-knows.
Seagull sun dips down for toasty bits of unfurled fun
coasting, swirling, mostly silent-circling a loud little one
skipping shale pieces out over the peaceful lake
if not too thick to throw or so thin they break.
Up-up-up windswept stone steps zigzagging a shaggy hill
a young husband and wife sit witness to life picture-still
as kids toy and play below, two hearts glow, and aim
to live each day this wishful way wrapped in joy with no name.
bumps forgotten edges, backtracks just as bored.
Warm-wet sand grabs bare pink-bellied fingers and toes
crab-crawling here-and-there for shiny shells and who-knows.
Seagull sun dips down for toasty bits of unfurled fun
coasting, swirling, mostly silent-circling a loud little one
skipping shale pieces out over the peaceful lake
if not too thick to throw or so thin they break.
Up-up-up windswept stone steps zigzagging a shaggy hill
a young husband and wife sit witness to life picture-still
as kids toy and play below, two hearts glow, and aim
to live each day this wishful way wrapped in joy with no name.