At the Shore
Small airplanes, awnings and a beach house
Lounging on the upper wood deck
Walking barefoot on the edge of the surf in the sun
A bridge lamp, a novel, and an Oriental rug
Sitting in a wing chair, reading a good book
Staring at the window, watching the raindrops run
the ripply pane, the dunes, along the blurred sand,
plunging into the foamy white surf
Watching the blue wedge the clouds south out to sea
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Nice! Just wanted to respond. I thoroughly loved your post. Keep up the great work.
I pay no attention whatever to anybody’s praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Masterful thinking. Thanks.