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One Mile Beach
 


Photograph: Matt Lauder




Lying here...fretful and sleepless,
a borrowed bed of nails
filled with imagined crawling creatures
and me...and my pillows.

Gentle breeze ripples heavy curtains.
The only sound I hear
is the mighty Pacific Ocean
crashing on One Mile Beach.

Any day at low tide,
this beach is a picture...
smooth golden sand, screaming gulls;
against the blue, blue sea.

By night the mood changes...
darkness, with moonlight adding dimension
and the wind, the wind,
the cooling ocean breeze.

Perhaps now I might sleep,
something new occupying my mind,
scenes of idyllic seaside dwelling
by day and dreamy night.






By cherryk

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