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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