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The Caricaturist's Way
Early crisp morning
The sun is waking the side walk
From the last vacationer's parade
The morning ocean is washing the sand strip,
Erasing the old footprints to start allover again,
But not until the next morning.
Little side walk booth
Is warming up in colors, spirit and pastels
To last until the sunset.
Passionate hands of a striving artist
Stack paper and a single chair
To capture lines in their distinction.
Fine line of people
Braking in wide smiles and exaggerated features
Take turn and melt away with the passing crowd.
Each one holding piece memory of the booth, the day, and themselves.
The day is closing in dreamy night-light.
The moon takes its place to sing beach walkers lullaby.
Despite my turn in color, I'll remember you!
