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Click hereWhy can’t we go to sleep until the tides
that rise around us have abated, when
the sea is once more just the smooth expanse
of perfect blue-green greys it is at best,
and down the beach beneath the far-off sky
with wisps of clouds a brown-skinned woman, poised
and barefoot in a yellow cloth walks up,
one large white flower in her hand - alone
and undisturbed - the beach an endless strip
of clear white sand, uncluttered. There shall be
not one intruder then. Not even me.
I love what you have done with the line breaks in this poem - the structure grabbed my attention. The imagery kept it. Well done.
the playas are a result of lunar activity, TK U MLJ LV NV