Beach
The sky cries softly into the sea
Muslin mist offers comfort to the waves
Tide ebbs and sways like a returning lover
The sun playfully dips its chin
to ease its unquenched heat
and insect sand wriggles between naked feet
The skipping stone with lessing effort kisses
liquid mirror
The land and water gentle and eternal
hold hands in hope
but always soon must part
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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