Just Looking
Stopped at a mall on our way to the shore
Standing in an aisle in the men’s department
A woman approached, and asked
May I help you, sir
I replied, no thank you, just looking
When we arrived at the shore I could feel it
The longing for those times long past
A sailor, a pirate, A dreamer, a rogue
To sail again beyond the horizon
The sand of foreign shores between my toes
Harbor lights and a local pub, rowdy crowd
Scent of a dark-eyed woman, soft lips
Key Largo playing in the background
Outside the surf paying its own song
Standing there along the shore
With eyes closed tightly, I was just looking.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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