Wednesday, October 30, 2019


The beach was a flood of  sunlight.
We, alone on that long stretch of strand, a dozed
to the clock of the tide marking afternoon time,
sibilance rolling into sonorousness with each wave’s passing.

I remember you walked along the water’s edge,
your white cotton dress a fishing net for the sun
and you were dazzling.

When today I hear a tide’s clamour resounding around a bay,
hear each wave’s commotion echoing into the distance,
and consider the millions of stones turning over,
the endlessness of that beauty strikes hard

against that momentary vision of you,
dressed in light,
playing on the edge of eternity
as the tide drummed an afternoon’s hours away.

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