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Running Towards the Widest Ocean
I was barely nine or ten beginning to feel emotion
when I started to run as if chasing a balloon
flying towards the widest ocean
of deep blue with clouds drifting by too impossible to reach...
while my memory recalled another, peaceful noon
spent on the quitest, prettiest beach.
I walked and stomped on jellyfish
thinking they would sting me first;
mama constantly warned me to keep away from them,
and ignoring it, I kept on burying then in the hot sand,
but mom yelled, " Son, you are a cruel boy...you think they don't hurt,
these are creatures of the sea surviving in tough waters since birth."
I nodded with that expression of boyish innocence suffocating a scream,
making believe to obey and defiantly planning a scheme
that would have made her cring and running towards the widest ocean,
I fell into the prestine sand I screamed as if I were in extreme pain.
" Mom, they have stung me! Take them back into the water!
Poor mama, she fell for my scheme getting up from her confortable chair!
Enered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Blue On Blue On Blue "
Topic: Beach
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Andrew Crisci
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