Here on the Beach

Here on the beach I sit

On a tree bone of wood a drift

The warmth of coffee accompanied

Like a hot drink of beans to comfort

Here on the beach I watch

A sunset of sky color

Like a painting playing

On the hiccuping waves of water

Here on the beach I strain

To see a mountain a far

Like an abscess from the earth

And eyes of the houses nearby

That tells of a peace and a calm

To live with the mountains and water

Here on beach I clasp

The thoughts that only come

With the wind and a whisper

A journal in my grasp to catch

Words that command to be writ

In one author’s heart and on the page

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