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Semi-Grey Sky Rain Specks In the Sand

The wind it seems is staying on the ocean whipping up the sea
The waves tumbling to a smart chop on a shelly  sea urchin shore 
As there is no wind from the mainland but coming from the oceans side.
Trails of fresh green seagrass are left  in the the tides descending echoes
Leaving lines of  green froth in the outgoing tide....
Earlier at an Art class the sea poured out from the pencil onto a drawing.
The heavy paper  was saturated with pencil marks of a mandarin with all its 
pores lying near the detailed edge of a bamboo basket...
Fibre balls lay full and spun with fine seaweed as if waiting to hatch a creature 
Seaweed reminiscent of a under-developed plastic bunch of grapes is found.
Footprints in the sand show different tread designs, some quite complex.
Hoof prints in a line , fancy sports shoe prints and tiny flower paw prints.
The grey skys now unleash a torrent of rain popping on the tall tin roof tops.
The safety and warmth of  the hall's interior contrasts with the wind outside.
We are seated celebrating  a Community Birthday  luncheon banquet and 
the Communities most Senior members are there to join for communion.
They had just finished a Yoga class and caterers were busy in the kitchen.
Celery soup with Soft music, soft honey sliced meats ,steamed veges and 
strawberry mousse brings warm smiles to eyes on  age-specked faces.
Outside on the beach a huge long red kite is flowing in the now clear sky.
As we approach its frilly neck, flapping arms and legs and long tail show
a wide eyed 15 metre harlequin red and pink patchwork frilly neck lizard 
with a racing car parachute attached by a long cord to a jeep on the beach.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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