Paradise Beach 1962
Another hot and humid day.
The air so thick,
Like breathing through a wet sponge.
I open the back door,
The air grabs my face and holds close,
Reminding me of summer mornings
Back somewhere,
When rising early on warm,wet days
Would mean the smell of salt air
And the feel of ocean breezes
Would soon surround me.
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Flip flops,
Floppy Hats,
Sunglasses,
Sand..
Sand in my Koolade,
Sand in my Pb and J,
Sand in my bathing suit,
And total freedom for an afternoon.
Riding the surf to shore,
Again and again,
And again.
Building castles,
Collecting sea shells,
The joy of discovering a starfish.
Falling dead asleep in the backseat,
Dreaming of mermaids and pirate ships.
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