Saturday, June 18, 2022



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.”