Ottawa Beach
Seagulls soar
on a whispering west wind.
Waves flow
onto shoreline of white warm sand
and sandcastles grace the beach.
The sun looks down on its worshipers
from a billowing sky of blue and white.
A butterfly lands
on a wooden chair
and children laugh.
Noisy jet skis
powered by gas and testosterone
cleave the pristine sea,
while sailboats lazily drift
like swans on a rural pond.
On a midsummer day,
we drink in the nectar
of a Lake Michigan beach.
Copyright © James Rasmusson | Year Posted 2011
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