Sorry, don’t want to get
Too personal
Just asking, to get a perspective
To put us on the same page.
Do you lay in place
drink in the rays, melt the stress?
Or maybe play – ball, Frisbee, or V-ball?
Not me. I walk, the length of the beach
Too restless to sit
Lost in my own thing
Looking for shells, people,
and beach glass.
Taking in the scene;
Hoping I remember where I left her
on my return.
8/7/04 18:49
Beach Glass
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