Sunny
Interlude
(A free-form poem)
(A free-form poem)
A
mid-August, pale-blue showcase sky,
the sun a jewel
set at its highest blazing point.
Below,
a gently swelling,
shimmering,
glassy sea
with
looping, cinnamon-sand beaches
strung from pier
to
pier;
tiny waves lapping at the
shore
only to slip
back
and try again.
Brown
cliffs crouched on a gray shale base;
Hazy-green hooks of land
Curving
away to horizons.
Tribes
of sun-roasted Littles by the
Water's
edge,
laughing,
yelling,
running off and coming
back like
magnets at play;
jumping, hugging, teasing,
pushing
gleefully,
trying to splash the lake
away.
The
Couple newly met
sitting on a
colorful blanket;
senses attuned to the
possibilities;
hoping,
anticipating;
their skin tender-tight with the
Season;
savoring the scene,
the redolent smells
of water and sand,
of flowery lotions,
while pausing, unsure,
hand-in-hand;
then a look
a
sign,
a
response;
two warm shadows mingle as their
lips
touch gently.
The
day no longer exists
nor lonely pasts;
the moment is here;
the pleasure is theirs
to be
stored in their heart
like a
bright,
unforgettable
Summer's day
Snap...shot.
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