Inspired by my trip to Davis Island for a sunset tonight...
Sky and boats nodding softly to sleep
Paw prints on the sand
Beach chair legs pressing footless paths
Pavement smoothes to sand to ease
Visitors into the windswept and cool evening
Sans shoes they smile at each other ("Nice, isn't it?")
Though we don't exchange names we won't be strangers again
Orange chaise lounge
Stark against the white sand like that
Laughter from lovers punctuated by
Those feathered wings I can hear but not see
Frisbees and convertibles soon become scarce
Too soon the day is nearly over
Daylight isn't chased away but merely slips
Into night to rest to rise into the morning again
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