Seaside at Dusk
Late this Sunday afternoon,
Just before dusk subordinates daylight to its wisdom,
You and I, sweet, sweet Linda,
Hand in hand, step by tandem step, gaze by gaze,
Strolling Hollywood's breezy white beach,
Breathing in, deeply, the sea's ancient taste,
Stopping to watch myriad seagulls and sandpipers
Hold the low tide in place, with their stick-figure legs,
Screech knowing soliloquies to the high-pitched wind . . .
You and I realize just how tiny and anonymous we are,
In the ubiquitous eye of the ocean.
Yet, intuitively, our bare feet,
Stepping, tentatively, into the cold, encroaching sea,
Know that the closeness of our bones' affection
Emanates from intimacy so celestially blessed
That not even the ageless water, wise sky, visionary sun
Can dominate our love for each other,
The essence of our energy breathing life into our toes,
Connecting our hearts to the other's soul
And it to the sand's imagination,
The spirit behind the cascading combers,
Our wedded emotions awash with godly possibilities.
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