' the Poets' Day, At the Beach ... '

The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts … On Bright, Shine Afternoons … Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam … And Women, Wet in Swimsuits Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …