Some people sit at my beach
Playing in the sand
Others stroll, grasping for shells out of reach,
Somehoiw, a plan

To gather as many as they can
Scooping up small Florida shovels full.
I muse quietly, I understand.
My mind is quiet, thoughts lull.

Brown pelicans soars overhead
Lazy circles in an azure sky.
Children laugh at what is said
Enjoying the day, no queries why.

10/01/1995

Posted on 03/12/2006
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