Sunday, September 13, 2015

BY THE OCEAN FRONT GAZEBO


The air turned cool
by the ocean front gazebo

Alone on the sandy beach
near the rocks and stone

of this home harbor
to hear sea voiced echoes

or share my art prints
in abandoned frescoes

a solitary bird draws us
emerged from the dunes

he too was searching for
the living waters and bread

as my cello string
broke into a Bach solo.

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