Sandy sand painted grey.
Footprints in sunken relief.
Sculpt a castle in clay.
Its stay ever so brief.
A tempered color is of the day.
Overcast in a Warm Grey dye.
A tepid rain, Nature’s tropic way.
Where shore meets surf
and surf meets sky.
Wind and water buffet
my face and feet.
Solitude as one with the Sea.
I walk in the surf ankle deep.
As my Soul is filled with glee.
Stonewall Beach remains gay,
with tides lo and hi.
All I do this day, is view it
through a poet’s eye.
©TPuma/MMXX
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