But rather the ocean...
No window or door
or platitude roar -
but rather the ocean -
the sand and the shore...
No fake smile or talk
or strange staring walk -
but rather the seagulls
and tall stately storks...
No talking of God
or sanctified nod -
but rather loud laughter
and humour - quite odd...
No hard hurting seat
or cold biting feet -
but rather shared musing -
no win - or defeat...
Joy Weare,
6th July, 2010.
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