You live in a Duplex/
Looking out to the Sea.
Searching the Shore to check/
For Subs of the enemy.
You scan the sand for Things/
And pocket a buck or two.
Listening to the Surf sing/
While sipping a cold brew.
You meet same each day begun/
Who measure their wealth in
ease.
The Ocean ripples the Sun/
As it rises in the breeze.
You walk the cool Lo-tide/
Into the gentle Surf.
To Neptune’s Law complied/
And with the god converse.
You spy a Nautilus shell/
Lift it to your ear.
A seaborne Fortune-cookie to foretell:
“We wait for you my dear.”
