Flight of Fancy
6 degrees but it feels like minus eight
Dressed like children swaddled to meet the bus
Walking beside a quiet soothing sea
Face is warmed by the sun that's coming up
Seagulls pick and skip over lapping waves
Sea-glass collectors comb the empty beach
Blinded by the sun laid on the water
Too cold to wave they just nod each to each.
A tug boat with a garbage scow in tow
Creeps along where the ocean meets the sky
An unleashed dog runs with new found freedom
Chasing birds until they arise and fly.
In my own mind I lift off with the birds
Thoughts of trivial trouble left behind
Soaring high above the boundless ocean
Free to explore the boundaries of my mind.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2015
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