Beach Sessions
And I sit.
And I scrunch.
And I smooth.
And I brush a loose hair from my face
in the salty breeze.
And I sit.
And I stare.
And I sigh.
And I laugh a tear back from my eye
in the lapping waves.
And I sit.
And I stretch.
And I sprawl.
And I make shell constellations
in the midnight sand.
And I stand.
And I shake.
And I smile.
And I leave beach-covered sandals
in the velvet moonlight.
(written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez 6/15/97, rev. 7/26/10)
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OK, y'all have been kind enough to "hear me out"& n stuff, so let me know whatcha think, if I've rattled yer cage, voiced a shared thought or concern, or if you're gonna attain Enlightenment upon reading these DEEP THOUGHTS, or if ya think I'm just plumb WACKO--but please be decent in your expression of your sentiments, there's no need to sling mud, unless we're in POTTERY CLASS or at the BEACH! Thanks for reading n stuff...Laters!