At Singing Beach
Finding the heart of
my place,
birds peep
Songs tweet
At singing beach…
everything sings
around here.
We strangers
settle
into
early a.m. newsprint
revelry,
by the glass of a
morning sea
reflecting a morning
sky.
Someone’s tune
dances
a polka
stepping across the
bay – and
everything
is
coming
up
music
this year.
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