sauntering
th’ early evening
I am arous’d
by the beams
of sand
and sea
and sky
I am arous’d
by the beams
of sand
and sea
and sky
his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells
a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness
a smile
in defeat or victory
a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue