Beachcombing
Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing...
... among the fewest fondest words
conjuring up simple, sparkling joys
in a seemingly pointless pastime
when the whole world of waged work
wants me to do only that which is
cost-effective, truly ensuring ROI:
never mind divine artistry on shells
and the tide that must have kissed
the shores of distant continents;
just trudge to the jobsite enduring
bone-snapping cold, blistering heat,
...and the indignity of "No ID, No Entry!"
Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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