untitled
spring loneliness---
it falls short of the surf
this stone I toss

Masajo
(1906 - 2003)


The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.

 Isak Dinesen

sunset lingers
In a child's sandpail
half full of the sea

*

puppy
playing tag with the tide -
loses nose-first

*

on the beach
violin harmonizes
with crashing waves

*

Flock of gulls
rises with every note -
Spanish guitar

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but listen!
under the nightwind's music
the sound of applause


Beki Reese

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