Thursday, March 24, 2005

Poem: Sandpeople


Standing along the ocean's coast
The cool and soothing sand
Caressing waiting ankles
Tingling anxious toes
Holding gently to the soles of tired feet

Fleeting happiness as the sand runs back to the calling ocean
Quickly escaping
Teasing with a passing sense of lost contentment
Leaving me alone
Sunken in its empty wake
Consistent in that it will offer itself lovingly
Only to leave over and over again

Copyright SGW 1995

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