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About This Poem
My Special Place
A stretch of sheer light blue aqua lined with foam like whipped cream on a milk shake. Moves in an out as we rotate. At times the sun persists strong as if a huge candle to keep us warm. The tide acts as a guard keeps rolling in and out. Stay alert, beautiful but dangerous the riptide may take you under like the mermaids are below trying to pull you into their world. Feet dredging through the sand as if you are building something with your feet. Salty to the taste, nappy to the hair. Children playing with toys. Dogs feeling free, ears flapping, tails wagging, running back and forth into the water...I am sitting in my chair lazily watching all the commotion staring back at me.
©Holly P. Moore
February 2013
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