ebbortz

Saturday, January 12, 2013

earth note 225

marathon, florida

hot breeze
cool water
a few people
venture into the surf
     i splash my arms
     & dive in
     backstroke
     then float
     all is well

all's quiet
'cept seagulls
wind blown
yelling out
something like
yooow or cooow
     the waves coming in
     are a steady rhythm
     like island drumming
     the stones warm & healing

when sand slips through your toes
     touch each grain

--- e b bortz

(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)

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