Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Melina on the Beach in Monterey

The sea is gray and rolling slow upon
The beach beneath a haze that never lifts
And never lets us see a dusk or dawn.

With every wave that comes the water sifts
The sand that swirls around my baby's feet
As she, unmoving, grunts at waves. She shifts

Her gaze away for nothing. Waves retreat
To stop more waves from reaching the small girl
Delighting in each rhythm and bored beat.

What does she see in this light sky of pearl?
What does she see in each wave that's withdrawn?
What beauties will for this young girl unfurl!

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