Sunday, January 19, 2025

Two Rivers Beach Walk 1/17/25, draft no. 1


Low low the sun goes

bright orange bleeds the skies

frozen sand neglects to sink

I'm sturdy, arms up high

D O  D O  D O  the sand prints read

to my dyslexic mind

Perhaps there is an "I" ahead 

where a young couple wed--

It's really just some shoe prints, trailing

down and down the beach.

How often I'm mistaken 

about hieroglyphs I see.

The pink clouds glow much fainter

Shells splay like open palms

I fashion Y E S with driftwood,

cove-sheltered where it's calm. 

Loneliness is scary

But solitude's a dance

I'd stay right here forever

If I had the chance.