Windows open…

 

shady groves

of palm trees

picture frame

the sky and sea

and the sparkling

sand draping below.

 

 

Clunk…clunk…clunk…

 

a small boat

in the shallow

gently bumping

the docking pole

delicately nudged

by flirting waters

approaching shore

 

and the whistling

swoooooooosh…

 

of retreating waves-

a long gown

of shimmering blue

with rows of white

beaded lace

departing land.

 

 

Sounds so…

familiar.

 

In-coming

and out-going e-mails.

 

My PC, my beach!

 

Vox Poetica, published 03/04/2017.

 

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