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Inspired by my Martha's Vineyard vacation. Each stanza is a haiku. |
| Rated E| A plastic blue disc Sailing through the salty air. I make a good catch. The sun's bright rays shine, Beating on my naked back. It's hot at the beach. Girls in bikinis Amble by me and I stare. They're hot at the beach. Rolling, thund'ring waves Relentlessly slam me down Onto the soft sand. Water in my mouth But I do not care at all. I am having fun. Fine grains of sea-sand Squishing between my toes. I walk on the beach. Pages filled with words Take me away from my chair. I read at the beach. |