MY OLD FRIEND, THE BLUE SEA…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

Oh blue sea

Oh gray Pacific!

How much time have I spent

at your sandy

windswept shore?

Time well spent

or

time wasted

is anyone’s opinion- no matter…

They were cool blue days

of

screaming white heat

and clear water

pouring over me

in a washing machine cycle

of soapsud froth

and

oblivion-

all else forgotten

in the beauty of the moment.

I moved through the water

riding the waves

like a sea lion

sleek

swift

free…

Meanwhile

tomato-faced tourists

from places like

Wichita and Stuttgart

sat

confused and burning under the sun

on the trash-strewn beach

staring with listless eyes

and never knowing what they’re missing…

 

THB3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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