On the shoreline at Dusk
my friends gather,
Gentle words lift through
the evening air.
Their young son laughs and plays
on rocky water,
Bathed in orange sun
sailboats ease by.
Light wind breathes in warm
Then, Happiness.
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What a beautiful idyllic poem, Skylar. Was it a true moment? Or a collage of moments that paint a picture of idyll? Rivera
By: risingsundancetheater on August 10, 2011
at 12:34 am
It was a true moment. It was last “family dinner” with my neighbors about ten days ago before they moved to California. We all walked down to the ocean after eating…then the poem.
By: syncopated1 on August 10, 2011
at 6:19 am