Not Far From My Window
I see our morning golden sun rising
ocean white-caps, rolling west about to spill
cool salty air Seagulls soar, poised for diving
crystal clear sea, Looking for fish, so hover still
Only yards from where I’d toss my pole to fish
where I've set my pad, scribe one poetic line
with anticipation too, enjoy a veggie, fish fry
walking our white sandy shore, as gull's dine
To desert my writing desk, stare concentrating,
a place of pictures, in holiday greetings...
writing, reading, or alone there computing
sometimes it’s as if gazing onto a post card,
Day-dreaming, I'll soar outside unto different space
only feet away from reality,
no time to watch all goings on beyond...
for my Sun sets soon, on a fine day in my imaginary
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