The water was cold but the night was warm
Walking the beach always calmed my soul
Phosphorus danced in the ankle deep surf
And lit up my white linen pants
That was rolled up to my tanned shin
Three Times a Lady was playing softly from the dunes
Two concealed lovers giggled as I walked past
My mood lightened and I allowed myself a smile
Remembering she left that afternoon
I stopped and imagined a plane dissolve into the stars
Heaviness returned and a breeze chilled my wet bare feet
Startled when Brick House blared, I started back
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/8
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