A Heart Content
Standing on the sea shore
on the wooden staircase
in my beach home on Long Island
a carved walking cane gripped fondly in my hand
the sunlight resting on my temple
the salt of the turquoise sea biting my feet
The gusts of the Long Island breeze
blowing in my face as gentle as a tumbleweed
sensations of coconut water
pounding through my stomach
and rake and scrape sounds with my eyes closed
contented with the golden heart
of my ninety year old soul!
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