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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