(for Kay)
I walk along this dusty summer track
On the outskirts of the city. In green.
I send my gaze across the ocean
Into La Sagesse Bay, where we meet
For fresh fish sandwich and a salad
With pink homemade salad dressing.
When the lunch rush is over and many
Have left for home, we wander down
The beach to the place where the river
Runs into the sea. A sandy estuary where
Our thoughts and words filter through
The souls of our bare feet and escape
Out into the tides of long long friendship.
Have left for home, we wander down
The beach to the place where the river
Runs into the sea. A sandy estuary where
Our thoughts and words filter through
The souls of our bare feet and escape
Out into the tides of long long friendship.
Photo by Alex Wigan on Unsplash
(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)
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