At the Shore

At the Shore


Samantha Mozart

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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