By the Brilliant Sea
The grave is outgrown,
replaced by pastel pink -
changing rooms and hearty laughter;
Her eyes gleaming -
w/ joyful abandon,
w/ towel in hand, She sweeps back
Her slick, golden tresses,
and rids them of the waves
and rids them of the world.
Copyright © Gary Onderisin | Year Posted 2022
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