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Coastal Chorus


Coastal Chorus



Summer days spin by

a whoosh of blues and greens

along with braids of seaweed,

travelers check in for a respite

drop their bags, have a chat,

then off for a sticky bun and a hike,

painters with spindly legged easels

carefully poise themselves at the craggy coast,

while salty air fills white sheets hanging

from the weather worn clothes line

and below on the dew moistened grass,

a single leaf, rests as a prophet of days to come,

and she whispers a cool song from her red tinged edges.

this, alone, is the moment that matters.



Alexsondra T.



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