LATE SUMMER STROLL

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we haunted the beach with salt in our eyes

and the wind in our haphazard hair

holding hands loosely like that of child like lovers

while our eyes we cast everywhere

we confessed to each of our mutual love for the ocean

and the shores with all their natural simplicity and splendor

both so beautiful like the serenity of a sea horse

a mystery so vital yet with no apparent gender

it was much too cold to even briefly for the moment

wade

so after our silent walk from each to it our solitary

goodbyes we quietly bade

then we romantically with purposeful leisure strolled

back up the banks of the surrounding promenade

and for our lovely though short time together we

sweetly with great reverence thank the almighty, God...

(written July 13, 1993 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a dream I had.

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