Non-Erotic PoetryPath to the SeaSunday morning
seamless sky, steel gray
welded to oily sea.
Rain pitted sand dunes,
reminiscent of summer footprints.
Shore birds run the tide line
with one eye on the weather
waiting for a cool tail wind
to travel south
Fox-eared boardwalk ,
wind-lifted and angled under drifts
like broken, clenching teeth
waiting for winter's chill.
Today I wander aimless
where we bathed in sun and sea,
we will again when storms
are done rearranging the beach.
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