One falls
into life
as one
into a wave
of innocence
and time,
front porch
balconies
aligned with
mason jar lights
and salty sea air
Seagulls rise
and fall
into murky depths,
unbeknownst
to the fish
in front of them,
awaiting God’s approval
to tilt their heads to the sun
You enter this way–
beachside.
July 10, 2014
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