The waves are racing 
Towards the shore
Boom boom boom
Crashing more more more
The sand is crunching
Beneath my feet
I sing along march to the beat
Sandcastles toppling
And umbrellas whisking by
Storm clouds brewing
And everybody swimming 
Land meets sky
Booming waves
Bitting wind
Full grey clouds
Let the storm begin
Water plops into pond
Splish splash more more more
Whose passing storm?
Flags shutters whore whore whore
I have heard in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet never in extremity 
It asked love for me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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