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
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Poem: Sandpeople
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