By the Sea
Nearby an oak tree stands
in a circle of grave ones
and little saplings bursting forth
undergrowth
trudging silently she laughs
chipmunk sits on a log nibbling
we walk down the path
until we hit the beaches
tiny pebbles beseeching
I run towards her
she spins out of my way
we sit down near a jutting piece of granite
and listen to the salt spray
waves early in the day
caressing the shore
we talk about small things
furious mornings and quiet evenings
writing and breathing co-creating
I gaze into her eyes
her smile devious imply
like a female pan
glint materializing clever plans
she lays on my stomach pulls over a coat
our minds drift like floating balsa wood
or a message in a bottle
curiously we embrace the moments
adventurous longings
heroic questing for treasure no soirée
a little crab skitters away
my finger blocks its path
it clacks and moves sideways
we get up
time to keep entropy at bay
life's combining controlled like petri tray
retreating back through emerald paper machete
gold beams through leaves maroon veins
the cabin's aged lumber holds no rot
vegetables coming up through slots
she runs inside
following her motions stride
a glass of crystal water
a slouch on the couch
then we connect
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