daydream in the sand
wave-suds slide back and forth
with salty life
where clams bury down
leaving bubble trails
chased by impetuous hands
and high shrieks
that combine with the gulls’
in the golden summer air
that stretches out
endless like the rolling waves
written for dVerse
I liked the last line about the endless rolling waves.
ReplyDeleteThank you. May our summers be.
ReplyDeleteNice!
ReplyDeleteOhhhh. I LOVE those "wave-suds"! :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this! Very nice.
ReplyDeleteLove the term wave-suds and clams leaving bubble trails.
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